<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341041" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Diplomatist</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I live on Canada en Bas — <br> De fines' lan' you see —<br> An' Oncle Sam, a fr'en of mine,<br> He live nex' door to me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Now, long tam' Sam an' me mak' trade,<br> W'enever that we meet,<br> An' Sam, he drive de bargain hard,<br> Sometime bigarre! he sheat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I not say mooch about it, me,<br> I never t'ink no harm<br> Before I fin' mon Oncle Sam<br> He wan' my little farm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> An' w'en I not to heem will give<br> De lan' my fader hown,<br> Den Sam get mad an' say to me,<br> 'I'll play my hand alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You kip away; I not will trade,<br> Don' come my place about!'<br> Ah! den I see hees leetle game<br> Was w'at you call 'freeze-hout.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Mais, I can stan' de fros', for hice<br> To me is not'ing new;<br> Sir John mak' freeze agains' de Yanks —<br> See if dey lak' it, too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But w'en Sir John t'row up his han'<br> An' die, 'twas change indeed;<br> No par'ner lef' could follow up<br> De fin' ole chieftain's lead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> An' de Canadian peup' was tire,<br> For dey was not mooch please<br> For pay big price for jus' to nurse<br> Les enfants industries.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dey say, 'We wan' to buy our t'ing<br> On some mooch sheaper shop,<br> Dose enfants industries are sure<br> Long tam' for growing hup.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For eighteen year dey pull l'argent<br> From bottom of de purse,<br> We t'ink it ees long tam' enough<br> For dem to be on nurse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Den Tories try for bargain mak'<br> To trade wit' Sam again,<br> But was shok off as soon dey spik'<br> By Monsieur Jacques G. Blaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> He say, 'My fren's, before we will<br> Wit you reciprocate,<br> You mus' agains' ole England mak'<br> One sharp discriminate.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Dat took dem Tory breat' away,<br> Dey dropp de bees'ness den,<br> No more dey go on Washington<br> Nor write dere wit' de pen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By'mbye last year, our Canada<br> T'en she know w'at she wants,<br> An' wit' her toe, de mont' of June,<br> She kick de Tory pants.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> She sen' for Laurier, an' at once<br> Immediatement he comes,<br> She say, 'Instead of one boule-dogue<br> I'll have one gentilhomme.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sir Wilfrid, soon he tak' de chair,<br> An' dis he plainly state:<br> 'For Anglan' — not agains' her — I <br> Will mak' discriminate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'If Oncle Sam, from out his lan'<br> Will keep Canadian men,<br> We'll do de sam' to Yankee, too —<br> An' w'at will he do den?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'We'll play de game all sam' lak' heem,<br> An' mak' wan alien law,<br> An' more, bigarre! we'll hear him squeal<br> When he ees `hors de bois.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Den Oncle Sam, he scratch hees head<br> An' say, 'Dat's quit' enuff,<br> I see Sir Wilfrid Laurier's vat<br> You might call `up on snuff!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So w'en Sir Wilfrid go to talk<br> 'Bout dem Pacific seal,<br> Mon Oncle Sam tak' heem one side,<br> An' mak' some smoot' appeal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'I lak' Canadian, yes, for sure,<br> I wan' for be your fren'.'<br> 'We lak' you, too,' Sir Wilfrid say,<br> But only now an' den;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'For we'en you kick Canadian hout,<br> An' tink to mak' a fuss<br> Agains' de Mother Lan', we say —<br> `You cannot bully us.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Jes so,' say Sam, 'we mak hall right,<br> We tak' de whole dat pack,<br> Wit' me an' you an' Anglan' too,<br> It mus' be give an' tak'.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 'Correc',' Sir Wilfrid rise an' say,<br> Den Sam an' he shak' hands,<br> To live no more lak' chat et chien,<br> But lak' les bons voisins.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Den Wilfrid, he come home again,<br> An' t'ings go well partout,<br> De markets rise, de trade increase —<br> Prosperitie renew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alexander+MacGregor+Rose">Alexander MacGregor Rose</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341041" data-title="Diplomatist de Alexander MacGregor Rose" data-description="I live on Canada en Bas — De fines' lan' you see — An' Oncle Sam, a fr'en of mine, He live nex' door to me. Now, long tam' Sam an' me mak' trade, W'enever that we meet, An' Sam, he drive de bargain hard, Sometime bigarre! he sheat. ..."></div> </div> </div>

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