M'sieu Paul Joulin, de Notaire Publique Is come I s'pose seexty year hees life An' de mos' riche man on Sainte Angelique W'en he feel very sorry he got no wife,...
Bon jour, M'sieu', you want to know 'Bout dat ole gun, w'at good she's for? W'y! Jean Bateese Bruneau, mon pere, Fight wit' dat gun on Pap'neau War!...
Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu, W'en ev'ry wan he's go couch', an' dog was quiet, too, Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,...
The beauty and the life Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon O tears! O grief! hung at a feeble thread To which pale Atropos had set her knife; The soul with many a groan Had left each outward part,...
Oor fader lef' ole France behin', dat's many year ago, An' how we get along since den, wall! ev'ry body know, Few t'ousan' firse class familee was only come dat tam,...
I lak on summer ev'ning, w'en nice cool win' is blowin' An' up above ma head, I hear de pigeon on de roof, To bring ma chair an' sit dere, an' watch de current flowin'...
O Ma ole canoe! w'at's matter wit' you, an' w'y was you be so slow? Don 't I work hard enough on de paddle, an' still you don 't seem to go, No win' at all on de fronte side, an' current she don 't be strong,...
"Listen my child," said the old pine tree, to the little one nestling near, "For the storm clouds troop together to-night, and the wind of the north I hear...
On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre, De win' she blow, blow, blow, An' de crew of de wood scow "Julie Plante" Got scar't an' run below For de win' she blow lak hurricane, Bimeby she blow some more,...