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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341045" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tour Abroad of Wilfrid the Great</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">By Jean Baptiste Trudeau. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>W'en Queen Victoria calls her peup's<br>For mak' some Jubilee,<br>She sen' for men from all de worl' --<br>And from her colonie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But mos' of all, she sen' dis word<br>To dis Canadian shore,<br>"If Wilfrid Laurier do not come,<br>I will be glad no more."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den Wilfrid not hard-hearted, he<br>Lif' w'at you call de hat,<br>An' say, "Ma reine, you mus' not fret,<br>For little t'ing lak' dat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"To Londres, on de day in June<br>You mention, I will come,<br>And show you w'at is lak' de French-<br>Canadian gentilhomme."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Wildred sailed across de sea,<br>An' Queen Victoria met,<br>An' w'en she's see him, ah! she is<br>Jus' tickle half to deat'!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' w'en he's kneel, as etiquette<br>Demand, for be correc',<br>She tak' a sword into her han'<br>An' hit him on de neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' w'en she do, she smile on him,<br>An' dese de words she say:<br>"Rise up, my true Canadian Knight -- <br>Sir Wilfrid Laurier!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"An' on dose grand Imperial plans<br>Which I have now in view,<br>For guidance, counsel, an' advice<br>I'll always look to you."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den Wilfrid kiss de Royal han',<br>An' back off on de door,<br>An' bow as only Frenchman can,<br>An' smile an' bow some more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nex' day, it was a glorious sight,<br>At half-pas' twelve o'clock,<br>To see Sir Wilfrid ride in state,<br>An' in chapeau de coque.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lords Solsby, Roberts, and Cecil Rhodes,<br>An' Chamberlain an' dose<br>Were w'at you call "not in it," for <br>Sir Wilfrid was de boss.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oui, certainement, excep' de Queen<br>Herself dat glorious day,<br>De greates' man on Angleterre<br>Was Wilfrid Laurier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VISITS PARIS. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Wilfrid cross de Channel den,<br>Mak' visit La Patrie,<br>An' mak' fine speeches two or three<br>In de city of Paree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' shak' de han', an' drink de vin<br>Mit Faure de Presiden',<br>An' show him what de kin' of man<br>Dis contrie represen'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' w'en Dir Wilfrid's voice dey hear,<br>An' his fine shape dey see,<br>De men of France was hall surprise,<br>De ladies hall epris.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den Monsieur Faure he rise an say,<br>"Sir Wilfrid Laurier,<br>In de Legion d'Honneur you are<br>Un grand officier."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' to Sir Wilfrid, front dem hall,<br>He mak' some fine address,<br>An' den ribbon wit' de star<br>He pin upon his breas'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">En bref, our Wilfrid capture France,<br>He's capture Anglan', too;<br>I t'ink he will annex dem both<br>To Canada -- don' you?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>SIR WILFRID'S RETURN. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Wilfrid, tired of Jubilee<br>An' glorie an' eclat,<br>He says, "Dese contrie dey ees not<br>Lak' my own Canada.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I wan' my own dear lan' for see<br>An' de St. Laurent gran',<br>An' hear again de French he spik<br>Mon bonhomme habitan!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den to the Queen an' Monsieur Faure<br>Hees "au revoirs" he say,<br>"I mus' go back on ole Kebec,<br>An' Mo'real dis day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"An' I mus go an help toujours,<br>Lor' Aberdeen mak' law,<br>An' keep dem Tory boodler from<br>De safe in Ottawa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"An' help Sir Olivair, Sir Deek<br>An' Tarte mak' politique,<br>An' keep Sir Tuppair an' hees gang<br>From play some crooked trique."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, on de "Labrador" he sail,<br>On Canada he come,<br>We hall be glad his face to see,<br>An' he ees glad be home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' hall de Angleesh, Ireesh, Franch<br>'Roun hees triomphan' car,<br>Say, "Bienvenu! Come, spok to us<br>Upon de Champ de Mars."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Wilfrid tole us dat he drink<br>Dose vins mit' Monsieur Faure,<br>An' dine on Windsor -- so he tole<br>Us on de Champ de Mars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den hall de peup' dey mak' big cheer,<br>De cannon dey mak' shoot,<br>We hall be on one grand hoorau,<br>De steamboats on a toot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we hall sing, "God bless de Queen!<br>An' Monsieur Faure, alway!<br>Because dey treat all same lak' prince,<br>Our Wilfrid Laurier."</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=341045" data-title="Tour Abroad of Wilfrid the Great de Alexander MacGregor Rose" data-description="By Jean Baptiste Trudeau. 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