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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JOHNNIE COURTEAU, by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND First Line: Johnnie courteau of de mountain Last Line: Madame courteau! | |||
JOHNNIE COURTEAU of de mountain Johnnie Courteau of de hill Dat was de boy can shoot de gun Dat was de boy can jomp an' run An' it's not very offen you ketch heem still Johnnie Courteau! Ax dem along de reever Ax dem along de shore Who was de mos' bes' fightin' man From Managance to Shaw-in-i-gan? De place w'ere de great beeg rapide roar, Johnnie Courteau! Sam' t'ing on ev'ry shaintee Up on de Mekinac Who was de man can walk de log, W'en w'ole of de reever she's black wit' fog An' carry de beeges' load on hees back? Johnnie Courteau! On de rapide you want to see heem If de raf' she's swingin' roun' An' he's yellin' "Hooraw Bateese! good man!" W'y de oar come double on hees han' W'en he's makin' dat raf' go flyin' down Johnnie Courteau! An' Tete de Boule chief can tole you De feller w'at save hees life W'en beeg moose ketch heem up a tree Who's shootin' dat moose on de head, sapree! An' den run off wit' hees Injun wife? Johnnie Courteau! An' he only have pike pole wit' heem On Lac a la Tortue W'en he meet de bear comin' down de hill But de bear very soon is get hees fill! An' he sole dat skin for ten dollar too, Johnnie Courteau! Oh he never was scare for not'ing Lak de ole coureurs de bois, But w'en he's gettin' hees winter pay De bes' t'ing sure is kip out de way For he's goin' right off on de Hip Hooraw! Johnnie Courteau! Den pullin' hees sash aroun' heem He dance on hees botte sauvage An' shout "All aboar' if you want to fight!" Wall! you never can see de finer sight W'en he go lak dat on de w'ole village! Johnnie Courteau! But Johnnie Courteau get marry On Philomene Beaurepaire She's nice leetle girl was run de school On w'at you call Parish of Sainte Ursule An' he see her off on de pique-nique dere Johnnie Courteau! Den somet'ing come over Johnnie W'en he marry on Philomene For he stay on de farm de w'ole year roun' He chop de wood an' he plough de groun' An' he's quieter feller was never seen, Johnnie Courteau! An' ev'ry wan feel astonish From La Tuque to Shaw-in-i-gan W'en dey hear de news was goin' aroun' Along on de reever up an' down How wan leetle woman boss dat beeg man Johnnie Courteau! He never come out on de evening No matter de hard we try 'Cos he stay on de kitchen an' sing hees song "A la claire fontaine, M'en allant promener, J'ai trouve l'eau si belle Que je m'y suis baigner! Lui y'a longtemps que je t'aime Jamais je ne t'oublierai." Rockin' de cradle de w'ole night long Till baby's asleep on de sweet bimeby Johnnie Courteau! An' de house, wall! I wish you see it De place she's so nice an' clean Mus' wipe your foot on de outside door, You're dead man sure if you spit on de floor, An' he never say not'ing on Philomene, Johnnie Courteau! An' Philomene watch de monee An' put it all safe away On very good place; I dunno w'ere But anyhow nobody see it dere So she's buyin' new farm de noder day MADAME Courteau! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RAINY DAY IN CAMP by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND AUTUMN DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BARBOTTE (BULL-POUT) by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BATEESE AND HIS LITTLE DECOYS by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BATEESE THE LUCKY MAN by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BLOOM - A SONG OF COBALT by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BOULE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BRUNO THE HUNTER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND CANADIAN FOREVER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND CAUDA MORRHUAE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND |
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