Of de boy she geev it w'at dey call de congé.

     Ah! de moder spoil her, sure, for even to Joe D'Amour,

     W'en he's ready nearly ev'ry t'ing to geev her

     If she mak' de mariée, only say, "Please go away,"

     An' he's riches' habitant along de reever.

     Zepherin he try it too, an' he's workin' somet'ing new,

     For he's makin' de old woman many presen'—

     Prize package on de train, umbrella for de rain—

     But she's grompy all de tam, an' never pleasan'.

     Wall, w'en he ax Ma-dame tak' de girl away dat tam

     See dem races on Sorel wit' all de trotter

     De moder say, "All right, if you bring her home to-night,

     Before de cow's milk, I let her go, ma daughter."

     So Victorine she go wit' Zepherin her beau

     On de yankee buggy mak' it on St. Bruno,

     An' w'en dey pass hotel on de middle of Sorel

     Dey're puttin' on de beeges' style dat you know.

     Wall! dey got some good horse dere, but Zepherin don't care.

     He's back it up, hees own paroisse, ba golly,

     An' he mak' it t'ree doll-arre w'en Maskinongé Star

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