On de two mile heat was beating Sorel Molly.

     Victorine don't min' at all, till de "free for all" dey call—

     Dat's de las' race dey was run before de snow fly—

     Den she say, "I t'ink de cow mus' be gettin home soon now

     An' you know it's only clock ole woman go by.

     "An' if we're comin' late w'en de cow pass on de gate

     You'll be sorry if you hear de way she talk dere,

     So w'en I see de race on Sorel or any place

     Affer dis, you may be sure I got to walk dere."

     Den he laugh, dat Zepherin, an' he say, "Your poor mama,

     I know de pile she t'ink about her daughter

     So we'll tak' de short road back on de corduroy race track;

     Don't matter if we got to sweem de water."

     No wonder he is smile till you hear heem half a mile,

     For dat morning he was tole hees leetle broder

     Let de cattle out de gate, so he know it's purty late

     By de tam dem cow was findin' out each oder.

     So along de corduroy de young girl an' de boy

     Dey was kipin' up a joggin' nice an' steady.

     It isn't heavy load, an' Guillaume he know de road

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