Marie Louise

By William Henry Drummond

Dis was de story of boy an' girl

Dat 's love each oder above de worl'

But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour

W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor

All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,

But wait for good chances come bimedy.

Young Marie Louise Hurtubuise

Was leev wit' her meder la veuve Denise

On fines' house on de w'ole chemin

From Caribou reever to St. Germain

For ole woamn 's boss on de grande moulin.

W'ere dere 's nice beeg dam, water all de tam

An'season t'roo runnin' jus' de sam'

Wit' good leetle creek comin' off de hill

Was helpin' de reever for work de mill

So de grande moulin she is never still.

No wonder Denise she was hard to please

W'en de boy come sparkin' Marie Louise

For affer de foreman Bazile is pay

De mill she 's bringin' t'ree dollar a day

An' for makin' de monee, dat 's easy way.

An' de girl Marie, O! she's tres jolie,

Jompin' aroun lak de summer bee

She 's never short plaintee t'ing to do

An' mebbe she ketch leetle honey too,

'Cos she 's jus' as sweet as de morning dew.

An' w'en she was dress on her Sunday bes'

An' walk wit' her moder on seconde mess

Dere 's not'ing is bring de young man so fas'

An' dey stan' on door of church en masse

So res' of de peop' dey can hardly pass.

An' she know musique, 'cos on Chris'mas week

W'en organ man on de church is sick

(S'pose he got de grippe) dat girl she play

Lak college professor, de pries' is say

Till de place it was crowd nearly ev'ry day.

Ole le Curé Belair of St. Pollinaire,

Dat 's parish ten mile noder side riviere,

If he 's not gettin' mad, it was funny t'ing

W'en hees young man fly lak bird on de wing

Wit' nobody lef' behin' to sing.

An' nex' t'ing dey know it 's comin' so

Dat mos' of de girl she got no beau,

An' of course dat's makin' de jealousie

For w'en de young feller he see Marie

He see not'ing else on hees eye, sapree!

Mus' be somet'ing done sure as de gun,

It's all very well for de boy have fun

But dere 's noder t'ing too, must n't  be forget,

Dere 's two fine parish dat 's all upset

An' mebbe de troub' is n't over yet.

So ev'ry wan say de only way

Is gettin' young Marie Louise mariée,

Den dey have beeg meetin' on magasin,

W'ere he sit on de chair Aleck Sanschagrin,

An' dey  'point heem for go on de grande

  moulin.

But w'en Aleck come dere for arrange affaire,

Ole Madame Denise she was mak' heem scare

For jus' on de minute she see hees face

She know right away all about de case

An' she tole Bazile t'row heem off de place.

Now de young Bazile he was t'ink good deal

Of Marie Louise an' he 's ready for keel

Any feller come foolin' aroun' de door

So he kick dat man till he 's feelin' sore,

An' Aleck he never got back no more.

If it 's true w'at dey say, Joe Boulanger

Was crazy to fight Irish man wan day

W'en he steal all de pork on hees dinner can,

Den it is n't so very hard onderstan'

Bazile Latour mus' be darn smart man.

For nobody know de poor feller Joe

W'en he 's come from de grande moulin below

'Cept hees moder,  dat's tole heem mak' prom-

  ise sure

Kip off on de mill, an' Bazile Latour,

(But it 's long before doctor can mak' heem

  cure).

Den de ole Denise she was very please,

An' nex' day spik wit' Marie Louise,

"Ma girl, I got de right man for you

If you can only jus' love heem true,

Bazile dat young feller, I t'ink he 'll do."

"Wall! Moder he 's poor, Bazile Latour,

But if you t'ink you will lak heem sure

I 'll try an' feex it mese'f some day

For you 've been de good moder wit' me

  alway"

An' dat 's w'at Marie Louise she say.

So it 's comin' right affer all de fight,

An' de parish don't see de more finer sight

Dan w'en dey get marry on St. Germain

W'y de buggy she 's pilin' de w'ole chemin

All de way from de church to de grande moulin.