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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538436" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Habitants Jubilee Ode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I read on de paper mos' ev'ry day, all about Jubilee<br>An' grande procession movin' along, an' passin' across de sea,<br>Dat's chil'ren of Queen Victoriaw comin' from far away<br>For tole Madame w'at dey t'ink of her, an' wishin' her bonne santé.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' if any wan want to know pourquoi les Canayens should be dere<br>Wit' res' of de worl' for shout 'Hooraw' an' t'row hees cap on de air,<br>Purty quick I will tole heem de reason, w'y we feel lak de oder do,<br>For if I'm only poor habitant, I'm not on de sapré fou.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of course w'en we t'ink it de firs' go off, I know very strange it seem<br>For fader of us dey was offen die for flag of L'Ancien Regime,<br>From day w'en de voyageurs come out all de way from ole St. Malo,<br>Flyin' dat flag from de mas' above, an' long affer dat also.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">De English fight wit' de Frenchman den over de whole contree,<br>Down by de reever, off on de wood, an' out on de beeg, beeg sea,<br>Killin', an' shootin', an' raisin' row, half tam dey don't know w'at for,<br>W'en it's jus' as easy get settle down, not makin' de crazy war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometam' dey be quiet for leetle w'ile, you t'ink dey don't fight no more,<br>An' den w'en dey're feelin' all right agen, Bang! jus' lak' she was before.<br>Very offen we're beatin' dem on de fight, sometam' dey can beat us, too,<br>But no feller's scare on de 'noder man, an' bote got enough to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' all de long year she be go lak' dat, we never was know de peace,<br>Not'ing but war from de wes' contree down to de St. Maurice;<br>Till de las' fight's comin' on Canadaw, an' brave Generale Montcalm<br>Die lak' a sojer of France is die, on Battle of Abraham.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dat's finish it all, an' de English King is axin' us stayin' dere<br>W'ere we have sam' right as de 'noder peep comin' from Angleterre.<br>Long tam' for our moder so far away de poor Canayens is cry,<br>But de new step-moder she's good an' kin', an' it's all right bimeby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If de moder come dead w'en you're small garçon leavin' you dere alone,<br>Wit' nobody watchin' for fear you fall, an hurt youse'f on de stone,<br>An' 'noder good woman she tak' your han' de sam' your own moder do,<br>Is it right you don't call her moder, is it right you don't love her too?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bâ non, an' dat was de way we feel, w'en de ole Regime's no more,<br>An' de new wan come, but don't change moche, w'y it's jus' lak' it be before.<br>Spikin' Français lak' we alway do, an' de English dey mak no fuss,<br>An' our law de sam', wall, I don't know me, 'twas better mebbe for us.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So de sam' as two broder we settle down, leevin' dere han' in han',<br>Knowin' each oder, we lak' each oder, de French an' de Englishman,<br>For it's curi's t'ing on dis worl', I'm sure you see it agen an' agen,<br>Dat offen de mos' worse ennemi, he's comin' de bes', bes' frien'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we're kipin' so quiet long affer dat, w'en las' of de fightin's done,<br>Dat plaintee is say, de new Canayens forget how to shoot de gun;<br>But Yankee man's smart, all de worl' know dat, so he's firs' fin' mistak'<br>wan day<br>W'en he's try cross de line, fusil on hee's han', near place dey call<br>Chateaugay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of course it's bad t'ing for poor Yankee man, De Salaberry be dere<br>Wit' habitant farmer from down below, an' two honder Voltigeurs,<br>Dem feller come off de State, I s'pose, was fightin' so hard dey can<br>But de blue coat sojer he don't get kill, is de locky Yankee man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since den w'en dey're comin on Canadaw, we alway be treat dem well,<br>For dey're spennin' de monee lak' gentil-hommes, an' stay on de bes' hotel,<br>Den 'Bienvenu,' we will spik dem, an' 'Come back agen nex' week,<br>So long you was kip on de quiet an' don't talk de politique!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yass, dat is de way Victoriaw fin' us dis jubilee,<br>Sometam' we mak' fuss about not'ing, but it's all on de familee,<br>An' w'enever dere's danger roun' her, no matter on sea or lan',<br>She'll find that les Canayens can fight de sam' as bes' Englishman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' onder de flag of Angleterre, so long as dat flag was fly--<br>Wit' deir English broder, les Canayens is satisfy leev an' die.<br>Dat's de message our fader geev us w'en dey're fallin' on Chateaugay,<br>An' de flag was kipin' dem safe den, dat's de wan we will kip alway!</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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