The dance at Joe Chevalier, and other poems . o me, anhes face is long, long: Antoine, wat dayis dat? An I say: Dats Friday, monpere, an I am get scare. An he say: Watkin meat we hav for supper? An den Ilaf, I cant help, an I say: Dat aint nomeat, dats catfeesh cheek. An he laf, ansay: She is might good cheek; I toughtyou try to fool de good Fader. I tink, An-toine, you are bon Catholique. An I say:Sure, yes. An den she say: Good night. 70 Dat Blizzard. TM on de mash, now, forty year, Cept one year in de Pen;But de win, shes blow on MondayLak I nevaire seen since when. ()1 Pete Arquette got ei
The dance at Joe Chevalier, and other poems . o me, anhes face is long, long: Antoine, wat dayis dat? An I say: Dats Friday, monpere, an I am get scare. An he say: Watkin meat we hav for supper? An den Ilaf, I cant help, an I say: Dat aint nomeat, dats catfeesh cheek. An he laf, ansay: She is might good cheek; I toughtyou try to fool de good Fader. I tink, An-toine, you are bon Catholique. An I say:Sure, yes. An den she say: Good night. 70 Dat Blizzard. TM on de mash, now, forty year, Cept one year in de Pen;But de win, shes blow on MondayLak I nevaire seen since when. ()1 Pete Arquette got eighty year,He say he seen some bigger 71 Dat Blizzard. On Lac St. Pierre, near Montreal,But dat aint cut no figger. Cos dat ol Petes a liar, sure,An wen he go below,He say: She is more hot lak disSome time at Toledo. Dat water high lak eighteen feet,My ol pon boat is sink,My twine, shes hall bus up an torn;I tink I tek a drink. A good Frenchman drink whiskeeWen de water is too high,An wen shes low, he drink some, too;She be higher bime-by. 72. Wen de Ole Hoim Bays f^VH, de stars is jes a crinklin,^^ But de moon is in de dark,De sly ole coons a runnin,vSo you lissen, an you hark,Wen de ole houn bays. De pups is runnin rabbits,Caus a pup ain1 got no sense;73 Wen de Ole Houn Bays Ole coon is jes a laffin,Caus de show aint done commenceTill de ole houn bays. Dars a hummin in de tree topsAn a ripplin in de run,An it only lacks de musicDats pretty nigh begunWen de ole houn bays. Oh, glory! did you hear it?Oh, Massa, hear it ring!Its as meller as de AutumnAn its welcome as de Spring,Wen de ole houn bays. Dey aint no music like itFer dese ole ears o mine,It tingles in de fingersAn it warms de heart like wineWen de ole houn
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