careful, it was risky anyhow—

For gettin' dat poor woman, dough she may have got you now—

No use cryin', you can't help it—dere 's your duty to you'se'f—

Start again lak hones' feller, for dere's plaintee woman lef'—

"Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."

 Poor man lak me, I 'm not'ing: only w'en election 's dere, An' ev'rybody 's waitin' to ketch you by de t'roat— De money I be makin' den, wall! dat was mon affaire— An' affer all w'at diff'rence how de poor man mak' de vote? So I do ma very bes'—me—wit' de wife an' familee— On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade— Len' a frien' a half a dollar, an' never go on spree— So w'en I 'm comin' die—me—no use to be afraid— "Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck." 

An' ev'rybody 's waitin' to ketch you by de t'roat—

An' affer all w'at diff'rence how de poor man mak' de vote?

On de church door Sunday morning, you can see us all parade—

So w'en I 'm comin' die—me—no use to be afraid—

"Jus' tak' your chance, an' try your luck."

 

 

 

 Champlain 

 "W'ere 'll we go?" says Pierre de Monts,[1] To hese'f as he walk de forwar' deck, "For I got ma share of Trois Rivières An' I never can lak Kebeck— Too moche Nort' Pole—maudit! it 's cole Oh! la! la! de win' blow too. An' I 'm sure w'at I say, M'sieu Pontgravé He know very well it 's true. 

To hese'f as he walk de forwar' deck,

An' I never can lak Kebeck—

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