De cloud is hide de moon, but dere's plain-tee light above, Steady Johnnie, steady,kip your head down low, Move de paddle leetle quicker, an' de ole canoe we'll shove T'roo de water nice an' quiet...
Mon frere Camille he was first class blood W'en he come off de State las' fall, Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go;...
Ole Docteur Fiset of Saint Anicet, Sapr' tonnerre! he was leev long tam! I'm sure he's got ninety year or so, Beat all on de Parish 'cept Pierre Courteau, An' day affer day he work all de sam'. ...
Here's to you, Uncle Kruger! slaint'! an' slaint' galore. You 're a dacint ould man, begorra; never mind if you are a Boer. So with heart an' a half ma boucahl, we 'll drink to your health to-night...
This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath....