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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538442" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Sexton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know very well t'was purty hard case<br>If dere 's not on de worl' some beeger place<br>Dan village of Cote St. Paul,<br>But we got mebbe sixty-five house or more<br>Wit' de blacksmit' shop an' two fine store<br>Not to speak of de church an' de city hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' of course on village lak dat you fin'<br>Some very nice girl if you have a min'<br>To look aroun', an' we got dem too-<br>But de fines' of all never wear a ring,<br>Since first I 'm t'inkin' of all dem t'ing,<br>Was daughter of ole Narcisse Beaulieu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Narcisse he 's bedeau on de beeg church dere,<br>He also look affer de presbytere,<br>An' leev on de house close by,<br>On Sunday he 's watchin' de leetle boys,<br>Stoppin' dem kickin' up too much noise,<br>An' he bury de peop' w'en dey 're comin' die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So dat 's w'at he do, Narcisse Beaulieu,<br>An' it 's not very easy I 'm tolin' you,<br>But a purty large heavy load,<br>For on summer de cow she was run aroun'<br>An' eat all de flower on de Curé 's groun'<br>An'before he can ketch her, p-s-s-t! she 's<br>down de road.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dat 's not'ing at all, for w'en winter come<br>Narcisse got plaintee more work, ba gum!<br>Shovellin' snow till hees back was sore,<br>Makin' some track for de horse an' sleigh,<br>Kipin' look out dey don 't run away,<br>An' freezin' outside on de double door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But w'enever de vault on de church is fill<br>Wit' de peop' was waitin' down dere ontil<br>Dey can go on de cimetière,<br>For fear dem student will come aroun'<br>An' tak' de poor dead folk off to town<br>Narcisse offen watch for dem all night dere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' de girl Josephine she 's her fader's pet,<br>He never see nobody lak her yet,<br>So w'en he 's goin' on St. Jerome<br>For travel about on some leetle tour<br>An' lef' her alone on de house, I'm sure<br>De house she 's all right w'en he 's comin'<br>home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wall! nearly t'ree year is come an' go,<br>De quietes' year de village know,<br>For dem student don 't show hees face,<br>An' de peop' is beginnin' to ax w'at for<br>Dey 're alway goin' on Ile Bizard<br>An' never pass on our place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it 's bully tam for de ole Narcisse,<br>An' w'en he 's lettin' heem go de pries'<br>For stay away two t'ree day<br>He t'ink of course it was purty good chance,<br>So he buy heem new coat an' pair of pants,<br>An' go see hees frien' noder side de bay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' dat very sam night, ba gosh! it seem<br>De girl 's not dreamin' some pleasan' dream<br>For she visit de worse place never seen<br>Down on T'ree Reever, an' near Kebeck<br>W'ere robber-man 's chokin' her on de neck-<br>De poor leetle Josephine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she 's risin' up den and she tak' de gun<br>An' off on de winder she quickly run<br>For fear she might need a shot<br>An' dem student he 's comin' across de square<br>Right on de front of de cimetière<br>An' carryin' somet'ing -you know w'at!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she 's takin' good aim on de beeges' man<br>Abn' pull de trigger de hard she can,<br>An' he 's yellin' an' don he go,<br>Hees frien' dey say not'ing, but clear out quick,<br>Dat 's way Josephine she was playin' trick<br>On feller was treatin' poor dead folk so!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den she kick up a row an' begin' to feel<br>Very sorry right off for de boy she keel<br>An' de nex' t'ing she 's startin' cry<br>An' call on her fader an' moder too,<br>Poor leetle Josephine Beaulieu,<br>An' wishin' she'd lak to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But she did n't die den, an' he 's leevin' yet-<br>Dat feller was comin' so near hees deat'-<br>For she nursin' heem back to life,<br>Dey 're feexin' it someway, I dunno how,<br>But dey 're marry an' leev'in de city now<br>An' she 's makin' heem firse classe wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' Narcisse hese'f he was alway say,<br>'It 's fonny t'ing how it come dat way<br>But I 'm not very sorry at all,<br>Course I know ma son he 's not doin' right,<br>But man he was haulin' aroun' dat night<br>Is worse ole miser on Cote St. Paul.'</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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If dere 's not on de worl' some beeger place
Dan village of Cote St. Paul,
But we got mebbe sixty-five house or more
Wit' de blacksmit' shop an' two fine store
Not to speak of de church an' de city hall.

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