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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Wilfrid Laurier -- 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 drop 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>L'ENVOY. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I t'ink for dis Canadian lan'<br>For mak' it t'rive an' grow,<br>De bes' ees Wilfrid Laurier's smile,<br>De wors' de Tupper blow.</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=341044" data-title="Sir Wilfrid Laurier -- 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. 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