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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Marie Louise</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dis was de story of boy an' girl<br>Dat 's love each oder above de worl'<br>But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour<br>W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor<br>All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,<br>But wait for good chances come bimedy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Young Marie Louise Hurtubuise<br>Was leev wit' her meder la veuve Denise<br>On fines' house on de w'ole chemin<br>From Caribou reever to St. Germain<br>For ole woamn 's boss on de grande moulin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">W'ere dere 's nice beeg dam, water all de tam<br>An'season t'roo runnin' jus' de sam'<br>Wit' good leetle creek comin' off de hill<br>Was helpin' de reever for work de mill<br>So de grande moulin she is never still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No wonder Denise she was hard to please<br>W'en de boy come sparkin' Marie Louise<br>For affer de foreman Bazile is pay<br>De mill she 's bringin' t'ree dollar a day<br>An' for makin' de monee, dat 's easy way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' de girl Marie, O! she's tres jolie,<br>Jompin' aroun lak de summer bee<br>She 's never short plaintee t'ing to do<br>An' mebbe she ketch leetle honey too,<br>'Cos she 's jus' as sweet as de morning dew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' w'en she was dress on her Sunday bes'<br>An' walk wit' her moder on seconde mess<br>Dere 's not'ing is bring de young man so fas'<br>An' dey stan' on door of church en masse<br>So res' of de peop' dey can hardly pass.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' she know musique, 'cos on Chris'mas week<br>W'en organ man on de church is sick<br>(S'pose he got de grippe) dat girl she play<br>Lak college professor, de pries' is say<br>Till de place it was crowd nearly ev'ry day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ole le Curé Belair of St. Pollinaire,<br>Dat 's parish ten mile noder side riviere,<br>If he 's not gettin' mad, it was funny t'ing<br>W'en hees young man fly lak bird on de wing<br>Wit' nobody lef' behin' to sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' nex' t'ing dey know it 's comin' so<br>Dat mos' of de girl she got no beau,<br>An' of course dat's makin' de jealousie<br>For w'en de young feller he see Marie<br>He see not'ing else on hees eye, sapree!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mus' be somet'ing done sure as de gun,<br>It's all very well for de boy have fun<br>But dere 's noder t'ing too, must n't be forget,<br>Dere 's two fine parish dat 's all upset<br>An' mebbe de troub' is n't over yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So ev'ry wan say de only way<br>Is gettin' young Marie Louise mariée,<br>Den dey have beeg meetin' on magasin,<br>W'ere he sit on de chair Aleck Sanschagrin,<br>An' dey 'point heem for go on de grande <br>moulin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But w'en Aleck come dere for arrange affaire,<br>Ole Madame Denise she was mak' heem scare<br>For jus' on de minute she see hees face<br>She know right away all about de case<br>An' she tole Bazile t'row heem off de place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now de young Bazile he was t'ink good deal<br>Of Marie Louise an' he 's ready for keel<br>Any feller come foolin' aroun' de door<br>So he kick dat man till he 's feelin' sore,<br>An' Aleck he never got back no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If it 's true w'at dey say, Joe Boulanger<br>Was crazy to fight Irish man wan day<br>W'en he steal all de pork on hees dinner can,<br>Den it is n't so very hard onderstan'<br>Bazile Latour mus' be darn smart man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For nobody know de poor feller Joe<br>W'en he 's come from de grande moulin below<br>'Cept hees moder, dat's tole heem mak' prom-<br>ise sure<br>Kip off on de mill, an' Bazile Latour,<br>(But it 's long before doctor can mak' heem<br>cure).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den de ole Denise she was very please,<br>An' nex' day spik wit' Marie Louise,<br>'Ma girl, I got de right man for you<br>If you can only jus' love heem true,<br>Bazile dat young feller, I t'ink he 'll do.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wall! Moder he 's poor, Bazile Latour,<br>But if you t'ink you will lak heem sure<br>I 'll try an' feex it mese'f some day<br>For you 've been de good moder wit' me<br>alway'<br>An' dat 's w'at Marie Louise she say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So it 's comin' right affer all de fight,<br>An' de parish don't see de more finer sight<br>Dan w'en dey get marry on St. Germain<br>W'y de buggy she 's pilin' de w'ole chemin<br>All de way from de church to de grande moulin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Drummond">William Henry Drummond</a><div class=q>
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Dat 's love each oder above de worl'
But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour
W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor
All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,
But wait for good chances come bimedy.

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