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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538445" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rose Delima</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can sew heem up in a canvas sack,<br>An' t'row heem over boar' <br>You can wait till de ship she 's comin' back<br>Den bury heem on de shore<br>For dead man w'en he 's dead for sure,<br>Ain't good for not'ing at all<br>An' he 'll stay on de place you put heem<br>Till he hear dat bugle call<br>Dey say will soun' on de las', las' day<br>W'en ev'ry t'ing 's goin' for pass away,<br>But down on de Gulf of St. Laurent<br>W'ere de sea an' de reever meet<br>An' off on St. Pierre de Miquelon,<br>De chil'ren on de street<br>Can tole you story of Pierre Guillaume,<br>De sailor of St. Yvonne<br>Dat 's bringin' de Rose Delima home<br>Affer he 's dead an' gone.<br>______</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was stretch heem on de bed an' he could<br>n't raise hees head<br>So dey place heem near de winder w'ere he<br>can look below,<br>An' watch de schooner lie wit' her topmas' on<br>de sky,<br>An' oh! how mad it mak' heem, ole Cap-<br>tinne Baribeau.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For she 's de fines' boat dat never was afloat<br>From de harbour of St. Simon to de shore of<br>New-fun-lan'<br>She can almos' dance a reel, an' de sea shell on <br>her keel<br>Wall! you count dem very easy on de finger<br>of your han'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But de season 's flyin' fas', an' de fall is nearly<br>pas'<br>An' de leetle Rose Delima she 's doin' not-<br>'ing dere<br>Only pullin' on her chain, an' wishin' once<br>again<br>She was w'ere de black fish tumble, an jomp<br>upon de air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But who can tak' her out, for she 's got de<br>tender mout'<br>Lak a trotter on de race-course dat's mebbe<br>run away<br>If he 's not jus' handle so-an' ole Captinne<br>Baribeau <br>Was de only man can sail her, dat 's w'at<br>dey offen say.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' now he's lyin' dere, w'ere de breeze is<br>blow hees hair<br>An' he's hearin' ev'ry morning de Rose<br>Delima call,<br>Sayin', 'Come along wit' me, an' we 'll off<br>across de sea,<br>For I'm lonesome waitin' for you, Captinne<br>Paul.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'On Anticosti shore we hear de breaker roar<br>An' reef of dead Man's Islan' too we know,<br>But we never miss de way, no matter night or<br>day,<br>De Rose Delima schooner an' Captinne<br>Baribeau.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>De Captinne cry out den, so de house is shake<br>again,<br>'Come here! come here, an' quickly, ma<br>daughter Virginie,<br>An' let me hol' your han', for so long as I<br>can stan'<br>I'll tak' de Rose Delima, an' sail her off to<br>sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'No, no, ma fader dear, you 're better stayin' <br>here<br>Till de cherry show her blossom on de<br>spring,<br>For de loon he 's flyin' sout' an' de fall is<br>nearly out,<br>W'en de wil' bird of de nort' is on de wing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But fader dear, I know de man can go below<br>Wit' leetle Rose Delima on St.Pierre de<br>Miquelon<br>Hees nam' is Pierre Guillaume, an' he 'll bring<br>de schooner home<br>Till she 's t'rowin' out her anchor on de port<br>of St. Simon.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ha!Ha! ma Virginie, it is n't hard to see<br>You lak dat smart young sailor man youse'f,<br>I s'pose he love you too, but I tole you w'at<br>I do<br>W'en I have some leetle talk wit' heem<br>mese'f.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'So call heem up de stair' : an' w'en he 's<br>stannin' dere,<br>De Captinne say, 'Young feller, you see<br>how sick I be?<br>De poor ole Baribeau has n't very much below<br>Beside de Rose Delima, an' hees daughter<br>Virginie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'An' I know your fader well, he 's fine man<br>too, Noël,<br>An' hees nam' was comin' offen on ma<br>prayer-<br>An' if your sailor blood she 's only half as good<br>You can sail de Rose Delima from here to<br>any w'ere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You love ma Virginie? wall! if you promise<br>me<br>You bring de leetle schooner safely home<br>From St. Pierre de Miquelon to de port of St.<br>Simon<br>You can marry on my daughter, Pierre Guil-<br>laume.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' Pierre he answer den, 'Ma fader was your<br>frien'<br>An' it 's true your daughter Virginie I love,<br>Dat schooner she 'll come home, or ma nam' 's<br>not Pierre Guillaume<br>I swear by all de angel up above.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So de wil' bird goin' out sout', see her shake de<br>canvas out,<br>An' soon de Rose Delima she 's flyin' down<br>de bay<br>An' poor young Virginie so long as she can see<br>Kip watchin' on dat schooner till at las'<br>she 's gone away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho! ho! for Gaspé cliff w' en de win' is blowin' <br>stiff,<br>Ho! ho! for Anticosti w'ere bone of dead<br>man lie!<br>De sailor cimetiere! God help de beeg ship dere<br>if dey come too near de islan' w'en de wave<br>she 's runnin' high.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It 's locky t' ing he know de way he ought to<br>go<br>It 's locky too de star above, he know dem<br>ev'ry wan<br>For God he mak' de star, was shinin' up so far,<br>So he trus no oder compass, young Pierre <br>of St. Yvonne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' de schooner sail away pas' Wolf Islan' an' <br>Cape Ray-<br>W'ere de beeg wave fight each oder roun' de<br>head of ole Pointe Blanc<br>Only gettin' pleasan' win'. till she tak' de<br>canvas in<br>An' drop de anchor over on St. Pierre de<br>Miquelon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We're glad to see some more, de girl upon de<br>shore<br>An' Jean Barbette was kipin' Hotel de Sans-<br>souci</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He 's also glad we come, 'cos we mak' de rafter<br>hum;<br>An' w'en we 're stayin' dere, ma foi! we<br>spen' de monee free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Captinne Pierre Guillaume, might jus' as<br>well be home,<br>For he don 't forget his sweetheart an' ole<br>man Baribeau,<br>An' so he stay on boar', an' fifty girl or more<br>Less dey haul heem on de bowline, dey<br>could n't mak' heem go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wall! we 're workin' hard an' fas', an' de <br>cargo 's on at las'<br>Two honder cask of w'isky, de fines' on de<br>worl'!<br>So good-bye to Miquelon, an' hooraw for St. <br>Simon-<br>An' au revoir to Jean Barbette, an' don 't <br>forget de girl.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can hear de schooner sing, w'en she open<br>out her wing<br>So glad to feel de slappin' of de sea wave on<br>her breas'<br>She did n't los' no tam, but travel jus' de<br>sam',<br>As de small bird w'en he 's flyin' on de even-<br>ing to hees nes'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But her sail 's not blowin' out wit' de warm<br>breeze out de sout'<br>An' it 's not too easy tellin' w'ere de snow-<br>flake meet de foam<br>Stretchin' out on ev'ry side, all across de Gulf<br>so wide<br>W'en de nor'- eas' win' is chasin' de Rose<br>Delima home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' we 're flyin' once again pas' de Isle of<br>Madeleine<br>An' away for Anticosti we let de schooner<br>go<br>Lak a race-horse on de track, we could never<br>hol' her back-<br>She mebbe hear heem callin' her, ole Cap-<br>tinne Baribeau!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we 're ketchin' it wan night w'en de star <br>go out of sight<br>For de storm dat 's waitin' for us, come be-<br>fore we know it 's dere-<br>An' it blow us near de coas' w'ere dey leev'<br>de sailor's ghos'<br>On de shore of Dead Man 's Islan' till dey<br>almos' fill de air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So de Captinne tak' de wheel, an' it mak' de<br>schooner feel<br>Jus' de sam' as ole man Baribeau is workin' <br>dere hese'f<br>Well she know it 's life or deat', so she 's<br>fightin' hard for breat'<br>For wit' all dem wave a chokin' her, it 's<br>leetle she got lef'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Den de beeges' sea of all, stannin' up dere lak<br>a wall<br>Come along an' sweep de leetle Rose De-<br>lima for an' af'<br>An' above de storm a cry, 'Help, mon Dieu!<br>before I die.'<br>An' dere 's no wan on de wheel house, an' <br>we hear dem spirit laugh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dey 're lookin' for dead man, an' dey 're<br>shoutin' all dey can<br>Don 't matter all de pile dey got dey want<br>anoder wan-<br>An' now dey 're laughin' loud, for out of all<br>de crowd<br>Dey got no finer sailor boy dan Pierre of St. <br>Yvonne!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But look dere on de wheel! a'at 's dat was<br>seem to steal<br>From now'ere, out of not'ing, till it reach de<br>pilot 's place<br>An' steer de rudder too, lak de Captinne used<br>to do<br>So lak' de Captinne 's body, so lak de Cap-<br>tinne's face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But well enough we know de poor boy's gone<br>below,<br>W'ere hees bone will join de oder on de<br>place w'ere dead man be-<br>An' we only see phantome of young captinne<br>Pierre Guillaume<br>Dat sail de Rose Delima all night along de<br>sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So we help heem all we can, kip de schooner<br>off de lan'<br>W'ere bad spirit work de current dat was<br>pullin' us inside-<br>But we fool dem all at las', an' we know de<br>danger 's pas'<br>W'en de sun come out an' fin' us floatin'<br>on de morning tide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So de Captinne's work is done, an' nex' day de<br>schooner run<br>Wit' de sail all hangin' roun' her, to de port<br>of St. Simon.<br>Dat 's de way young Pierre Guillaume bring<br>de Rose Delima home<br>T'roo de wil' an' stormy wedder from St.<br>Pierre de Miquelon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' de leetle Virginie never look upon de sea<br>Since de tam de Rose Delima 's comin'<br>home,<br>For she 's lef' de worl' an' all! but behin' de<br>convent wall<br>She don 't forget her fader an' poor young<br>Pierre Guillaume.</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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You can wait till de ship she 's comin' back
Den bury heem on de shore
For dead man w'en he 's dead for sure,
Ain't good for not'ing at all
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