Bateese Trudeau, dit Waterhole, de be de boss man dere—

     You bet he have beeg tam!—but w'en de spring is come encore

     He's buy première classe tiquette for go on State some more.

     You 'member w'en de hard tam come on Les Etats-Unis,

     An' plaintee Canayens go back for stay deir own contree?

     Wall! jus' about dat' tam again I go Rivière du Loup

     For sole me two-t'ree load of hay—mak' leetle visit too.

     De freight train she is jus' arrive—only ten hour delay;

     She's never carry passengaire—dat's w'at dey always say.

     I see poor man on char caboose—he's got heem small valise.

     Begosh! I nearly tak' de fit.—It is—it is Bateese!

     He know me very well dis tam, an' say, "Bon jour, mon vieux.

     I hope you know Bateese Trudeau was educate wit' you.

     I'm jus' come off de State to see ma familee encore;

     I bus' mesef on Central Fall—I don't go dere no more.

     "I got no monee—not at all! I'm broke it up for sure.

     Dat's locky t'ing, Napoleon, de brakeman, Joe Latour,

     He's cousin of wan frien' of me call Camille Valiquette,

     Conductor too's good Canayen—don't ax me no tiquette."

     I tak' Bateese wit' me once more "Hôtel du Canadaw."

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