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De corduroy road go bompety bomp,
De corduroy road go jompety jomp,
An' he' s takin'beeg chances upset hees load
De horse dat 'll trot on de corduroy road.
Of course it's purty rough, but it's handy
An' dey mak' it wit' de log all jine togeder
W'en deystrek de swampy groun' w' ere de
Water hang aroun'
Or passin'by some tough ole beaver medder.
But it' s not macadamize, so if you're only
You will tak' your tam an' never min' de
For de corduroy is bad, an' will mak' you
By de way de buggy jomp, in case you hurry.
An' I' m sure you don't expec' leetle Victorine
She was knowin' moche at all about dem
'Cos she's never dere before, till young Zeph-
He was takin' her away for see de races.
O, I wish you see her den, dat's before she
marry, w' en
She's de fines' on de lan' but no use talkin'
I can bet you w'at you lak, if you meet her
you look back
Jus' to watch de fancy way dat girl is walkin'.
Yass de leetle Victorine was de nices' girl be-
De town of Yamachiche an' Maskinongé,
But she's stuck up an' she's proud, an' you 'll
never count de crowd
Of de boy she geev' it w'at dey call de congé.
Ah! De moder spoil her sure, for even Joe
W'en he's ready nearly ev'ry t'ing to geev
If she mak' de mariée, only say, 'please go
An' he's riches habitant along de reever.
Zephirin he try it too, an' he's workin' some-
For he's makin' de ole woman many presen'
Prize package on de train, umbrella for de rain
But she' s grompy all de tam, an' never
Wall, w'en he ax Ma-dame tak' de girl away
See dem races on Sorel wit' all de trotter
De moder say 'All right if you bring her
Before de cow'smilk, I let go, ma
So Victorin she go wit' Zephirin her beau
On de yankee buggy mak' it on St. Bruno
An' w'en dey pass hotel on de middle of Sorel
Dey're puttin' on de beeges' style dat you
Wall! dey got some good horse dere, but
Zephirin don't care
He's back it up hees own paroisse, ba golly,
An' he mak' it t'ree doll-arr w'en Maskinongé
On de two mile heat was beatin' Sorel Molly.
Victorin don't min' at all, till de 'free for
all' dey call
Dat's de las' race dey was run before de snow fly
Den she say 'I t'ink de cow mus'be getting'
home soon now
An' you know it's only clock ole woman go by.
An' if we're comin'late w'en de cow pass on
You'll be sorry if you hear de way she talk
So w'en I see de race on Sorel or any place
After dis, you may be sure I got to walk dere.'
Den he laugh dat Zephirin, an' he say 'Your
I know de pile she t'ink about her daughter
So we'll tak' de sshort road back on de cor-
duroy race track
Don't matter if we got to sweem de water.'
No wonder he is smile till you hear heem half
For dat morning he was tole hees leetle broder
Let de cattle out de gate, so he know it's
By de tam dem cow was findin' out each oder.
So along de corduroy de young girl an' de boy
Dey was kipin' up a joggin' nice an' steady
It is n't heavy load, an' Guillaume he know de
For many tam he's been dat way already.
But de girl she fin' it slow, so she ax de boy
Somet'ing better dan a mile on fifteen minute
An' he's touch heem up Guillaume; so dat
horse he lay for home
an' de nex' t'ing Victorine she know she's
'O, pull him in, 'she yell, 'for even on Sorel
I am sure I never see de quicker racer,'
But it's leetle bit too late, for de horse is get
an' de worse of all ba gosh! Guillaume's a
See hees tail upon de air, no wonder she was
But she hang on lak de winter on T'ree
Cryin' out- 'please hol' me tight, or I'm
An' ma poor ole moder dear, I got to leave
Wit'her arm aroun' hees wais': she was doin'
it in case
She bus'her head, or keel herse'f, it's not so
Dey was comin' on de jomp t'roo dat dam ole
An' meet de crowd is lookin' for dem cow was
Den she's cryin', Victorine, for she's knowin'
w'at it mean
De parish dey was talkin' firse chances dey be
But no sooner dat young man stop de horse,
he tak' her han'
An' w'isper 'never min', ma chere, won't do
no good a-frett
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