De horse dat'll trot on de corduroy road.

     Of course it's purty rough, but it's handy t'ing enough,

     An' dey mak' it wit' de log all jine togeder

     W'en dey strek de swampy groun' w'ere de water hang aroun'

     Or passin' by some tough ole beaver medder.

     But it's not macadamise, so if you're only wise

     You will tak' your tam an' never min' de worry,

     For de corduroy is bad, an' will mak' you plaintee mad

     By de way de buggy jomp, in case you hurry.

     An' I'm sure you don't expec' leetle Victorine Leveque

     She was knowin' moche at all about dem places,

     'Cos she's never dere before, till young Zepherin Madore

     He was takin' her away for see de races.

     Oh, I wish you see her den! dat's before she marry, w'en

     She's de fines' on de lan'; but no use talkin'.

     I can bet you w'at you lak, if you meet her you look back

     Jus' to watch de fancy way dat girl is walkin'.

     Yass, de leetle Victorine was de nices' girl between

     De town of Yamachiche an' Maskinongé,

     But she's stuck up an' she's proud, an' you'll never count de crowd

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