Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe— How he jump wit' de familee An' strike w'en de bugle is raise de roof For home an' hees own contree. 

How he jump wit' de familee

For home an' hees own contree.

 

 

 

 

 

 Getting Stout 

 Eighteen, an' face lak de—w'at 's de good? Dere 's no use tryin' explain De way she 's lookin', dat girl Marie— But affer it pass, de rain, An' sun come out of de cloud behin', An' laugh on de sky wance more— Wall! dat is de way her eye it shine W'en she see me upon de door. 

Dere 's no use tryin' explain

But affer it pass, de rain,

An' laugh on de sky wance more—

W'en she see me upon de door.

 An' dere she 's workin' de ole-tam sash, De fines' wan, too, for sure. "Who is it for, ma belle Marie— You 're makin' de nice ceinture? Come out an' sit on de shore below, For watchin' dem draw de net, Ketchin' de feesh," an' she answer, "No, De job is n't finish yet; 

De fines' wan, too, for sure.

You 're makin' de nice ceinture?

For watchin' dem draw de net,

De job is n't finish yet;

 "Stan' up, Narcisse, an' we 'll see de fit. Dat sash it was mak' for you, For de ole wan 's gettin' on, you know, An' o' course it 'll never do If de boy I marry can't go an' spen' W'at dey 're callin' de weddin' tour Wit' me, for visitin' all hees frien', An' not have a nice ceinture." 

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