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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mon Frere Camille</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mon frere Camille he was first class blood<br>W'en he come off de State las' fall,<br>Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe<br>An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also<br>Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go;<br>But now he 's no blood at all,<br>Camille, mon frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">W'at 's makin' dat change on mon frere<br>Camille?<br>Wall! lissen for minute or two,<br>An' I 'll try feex it up on de leetle song<br>Dat 's geevin' some chance kin' o' help it<br>along<br>So wedder I'm right or wedder I'm wrong<br>You 'll know all about heem w'en I get<br>t'roo,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He never sen' leter for t' orteen year<br>So of course he mus' be all right<br>Till telegraph 's comin' from Kan-Ka-Kee<br>'I 'm leffin' dis place on de half pas't'ree<br>W'at you want to bring is de beg' buggee<br>An' double team sure for me t' orsday night<br>Ton frere Camille.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish you be dere w'en Camille arrive<br>I bet you will say 'W'at 's dat?'<br>For he 's got leetle cap very lak tuque bleu<br>Ole habitant 's wearin' in bed, dat's true,<br>An' w'at do you t'ink he carry too?<br>Geev it up? Wall! small valise wit' de fine <br>plug hat.<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Very strange.' I know you will say right off,<br>For dere 's not'ing wrong wit' hees clothes,<br>An' he put on style all de bes' he can<br>Wit' diamon' shinin' across hees han' <br>An' de way he's talkin' lak Yankee man<br>Mus' be purty hard on hees nose,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he 's splain all dat about funny cap,<br>An' tole us de reason w'y,<br>It seem no feller can travel far,<br>An' specially too on de Pullman car,<br>'Less dey wear leetle cap only 'cos dollarre,<br>Dat 's true if he never die,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Don't look very strong dem fancy boot<br>But he 's splain all dat also<br>He say paten' ledder she 's nice an' gay<br>You don't need to polish dem ev'ry day,<br>Besides he 's too busy for dat alway,<br>W'en he's leevin' on Chi-caw-go,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But de State she was n't de only place<br>He visit all up an' down,<br>For he's goin' Cu-baw an' de Mex-i-co,<br>W'ere he 's killin' two honder dem wil' taureau,<br>W'at you call de bull: on de circus show,<br>O! if you believe heem he travel roun'.<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So of course w'en ma broder was gettin' home<br>All de peop' on de parish come<br>Every night on de parlor for hear heem tell<br>How he foller de brave General Roosvel'<br>W'en rough rider feller dey fight lak hell<br>An' he walk on de front wit' great beg<br>drum,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' how is he gainin' dat diamon' ring?<br>Way off on de Mex-i-co<br>W'ere he 's pilin' de bull wan summer day<br>Till it 's not easy haulin' dem all away,<br>An' de lady dey 're t'rowin' heem large<br>bouquet <br>For dey lak de style he was keel taureau,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wall! he talk dat way all de winter t'roo,<br>An' hees frien' dey was tryin' fin'<br>Some bull on de country dat 's wil' enough<br>For mon frere camille, but it 's purty tough<br>'Cos de farmer 's not raisin' such fightin' stuff<br>An' he don't want not'ing but mos' worse<br>kin'<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dat 'd not pleasan' t'ing mebbe los' hees trade,<br>If we don't hurry up, for sure,<br>I s'pose you t'ink I was goin' it strong?<br>Never min' , somet'ing happen 'fore very long<br>It 'll all come out on dis leetle song<br>W'en he pass on de house of Ma-dame<br>Latour<br>Camille, mon frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We 're makin' pique-nique on Denise Latour<br>For helpin' put in de hay<br>Too bad she 's de moder large familee<br>An' los' de bes' husban' she never see<br>W'en he drown on de reever, poor Jeremie,<br>So he come wit' de res' of de gang dat day,<br>Camille, mon frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' affer de hay it was put away<br>Don't tak' very long at all,<br>De boy an' de girl she was lookin' 'roun<br>For havin' more fun 'fore dey lef' de groun' <br>An' dey see leetle bull, mebbe t'ree honder<br>poun'<br>An' nex' t'ing I hear dem call<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So nice leetle feller I never see<br>Dat bull of Ma-dame Latour<br>Wit' curly hair on de front hees head<br>An' quiet? jus' sam' he was almos' dead<br>An' fat? wall! de chil'ren dey see heem fed<br>So he 's not goin' keel heem I 'm very sure,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But de girl kip teasin' an' ole Ma-dame<br>She say, 'You can go ahead<br>He cos' me four dollarre six mont' ago<br>So if anyt'ing happen ma small taureau,<br>Who 's pay me dat monee I lak to know?'<br>An' he answer, 'Dat 's me w'en I keel<br>heem dead'<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den he feex beeg knife on de twelve foot pole,<br>So de chil'ren commence to cry<br>An' he jomp on de fence, an' yell, 'Hooraw'<br>An' shout on de leetle French bull, 'Dis donc!<br>Ain't you scare w'en you see feller from Cu-<br>baw?'<br>An' he show heem hees red necktie,<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L'petit taureau w'en he see dat tie<br>He holler for half a mile<br>Den he jomp on de leg an' he raise de row<br>Ba Golly! I'm sure I can see heem now.<br>An' dey run w'en dey hear heem, de noder<br>cow<br>Den he say, 'Dat bull must be surely wil''<br>Mon frere Camille.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But de bull don't care w'at he say at all,<br>For he 's watchin' dat red necktie<br>An' w'en ma broder he push de pole<br>I 'm sure it 's makin' some purty large hole,<br>If de bull be dere, but ma blood run col'<br>For de nex' t'ing I hear heem cry,<br>Camille, mon frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No wonder he cry, for dat sapree bull<br>He 's yell leetle bit some more,<br>Den he ketch ma broder dat small taureau<br>Only cos' four dollarre six mont' ago<br>An' he 's t'rowin' heem up from de groun'<br>below<br>Wan tam, two tam, till he 's feelin' sore,<br>Camille, mon frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' w'en ma broder 's come down agen<br>I s'pose he mus' change hees min' <br>An' mebbe t'ink if it 's all de sam'<br>He 'll keel dat bull w'en he get more tam<br>For dere he was runnin' wit' ole Ma-dame<br>De chil'ren, de bull, an' de cow behin'<br>Camille, mon frere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So dat's de reason he 's firse class blood<br>W'en he come off de State las' fall<br>Wearin' hees boot a la mode bo toe<br>An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also<br>Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go<br>But now he 's no blood at all,<br>Camille, mon frere.</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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W'en he come off de State las' fall,
Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe
An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also
Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go;
But now he 's no blood at all,
Camille, mon frere.

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