Le Vieux Temps Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCD DAE AAFF DGHH IIAA JKLD GGJJ AALM AALL NOL LLLP MJMH LLDO MMLL LDQ LLAA LLMM DDH MMAA DDDL RRAA AAH LJL DDL HHDD LLFM LLQQ

Venez ici mon cher ami an' sit down by me soA
An' I will tole you story of old tam long agoA
W'en ev'ryt'ing is happy w'en all de bird is singB
An' me I'm young an' strong lak moose an' not afraid no t'ingB
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I close my eye jus' so an' see de place w'ere I am bornC
I close my ear an' lissen to musique of de hornC
Dat 's horn ma dear ole moder blow an only t'ing she playD
Is 'viens donc vite Napol on 'peche toi pour votre souper '-
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An' w'en he 's hear dat nice musique ma leetle dog 'Carleau'D
Is place hees tail upon hees back an' den he 's let heem goA
He 's jomp on fence he 's swimmin' crik he 's ronne two forty gaitE
He say 'dat 's somet'ing good for eat Carleau mus' not be late '-
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O dem was pleasure day for sure dem day of long agoA
W'en I was play wit' all de boy an' all de girl alsoA
An' many tam w'en I 'm alone an' t'ink of day gone byF
An' pull latire an' spark de girl I cry upon my eyeF
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Ma fader an' ma moder too got nice nice famileeD
Dat 's ten gar on an' t'orteen girl was mak' it twenty t'reeG
But fonny t'ing de Gouvernement don't geev de firs' prize denH
Lak w'at dey say dey geev it now for only wan douzaineH
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De English peep dat only got wan familee small sizeI
Mus' be feel glad dat tam dere is no honder acre prizeI
For fader of twelve chil'ren dey know dat mus' be soA
De Canayens would boss Kebeck mebbe OntarioA
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But dat is not de story dat I was gone tole youJ
About de fun we use to have w'en we leev a chez nousK
We 're never lonesome on dat house for many cavalierL
Come at our place mos' every night especially Sun dayD
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But tam I 'member bes' is w'en I 'm twenty wan year meG
An' so for mak' some pleasement we geev wan large soir eG
De whole paroisse she be invite de Cur he 's come tooJ
Wit plaintee peep from 'noder place dat 's more I can tole youJ
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De night she 's cole an' freeze also chemin she 's fill wit snowA
An' on de chimley lak phantome de win' is mak' it blowA
But boy an' girl come all de sam an' pass on grande parloirL
For warm itself on beeg box stove was mak' on Trois Rivi resM
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An' w'en Bonhomme Latour commence for tune up hees fidelleA
It mak' us all feel very glad l'enfant he play so wellA
Musique suppose to be firs' class I offen hear for sureL
But mos' bes' man beat all de res' is ole Bateese LatourL
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An' w'en Bateese play Irish jeeg he 's learn on MattawaN
Dat tam he 's head boss cook Shaintee den leetle Joe LeblancO
Tak' hole de beeg Marie Juneau an' dance upon de floorL
Till Marie say 'Excuse to me I cannot dance no more '-
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An' den de Cur 's mak' de speech ole Cur LadouceurL
He say de girl was spark de boy too much on some cornerreL
An' so he 's tole Bateese play up ole fashion reel a quatreL
An' every body she mus' dance dey can't get off on datP
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Away she go hooraw hooraw plus fort Bateese mon vieuxM
Camille Bisson please watch your girl dat 's bes' t'ing you can doJ
Pass on de right an' tak' your place Mamzelle Des Trois MaisonsM
You 're s'pose for dance on Paul Laberge not Telesphore GagnonH
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Mon oncle Al fred he spik lak' dat 'cos he is boss de floorL
An' so we do our possibill an' den commence encoreL
Dem crowd of boy an' girl I'm sure keep up until nex' dayD
If ole Bateese don't stop heseff he come so fatiguO
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An' affer dat we eat some t'ing tak' leetle drink alsoM
An' de Cur he 's tole story of many year agoM
W'en Iroquois sauvage she 's keel de Canayens an' steal deir hairL
An' say dat 's only for Bon Dieu we don't be here he don't be dereL
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But dat was mak' de girl feel scare so all de cavalierL
Was ax hees girl go home right off an' place her on de sleighD
An' w'en dey start de Cur say 'Bonsoir et bon voyageQ
Menagez vous tak' care for you prenez garde pour les sauvages '-
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An' den I go meseff also an' tak' ma belle ElmireL
She 's nicer girl on whole Comt an' jus' got eighteen yearL
Black hair black eye an' chick ros e dat 's lak wan fameuse on de fallA
But don't spik much not of dat kin' I can't say she love me at allA
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Ma girl she's fader beeg farmeur leev 'noder side St FloreL
Got five six honder acre mebbe a leetle moreL
Nice sugar bush une belle maison de bes' I never seeM
So w'en I go for spark Elmire I don't be mak' de foolish meM
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Elmire she 's pass t'ree year on school Ste Anne de la PeradeD
An' w'en she 's tak' de firs' class prize dat 's mak' de ole man gladD
He say 'Ba gosh ma girl can wash can keep de kitchen cleanH
Den change her dress mak' politesse before God save de Queen '-
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Dey 's many way for spark de girl an' you know dat of courseM
Some way dey might be better way an' some dey might be worseM
But I lak' sit some cole night wit' my girl on ole burleauA
Wit' lot of hay keep our foot warm an' plaintee buffaloA
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Dat 's geev good chances get acquaint an' if burleau upsetD
An' t'row you out upon de snow dat 's better chances yetD
An' if you help de girl go home if horse he ronne awayD
De girl she 's not much use at all don't geev you nice baiserL
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Dat 's very well for fun ma frien' but w'en you spark for keepR
She 's not sam t'ing an' mak' you feel so scare lak' leetle sheepR
Some tam you get de fever some tam you 're lak snowballA
An' all de tam you ack lak' fou can't spik no t'ing at allA
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Wall dat 's de way I feel meseff wit Elmire on burleauA
Jus' lak' small dog try ketch hees tail roun' roun' ma head she goA
But bimeby I come more brave an' tak' Elmire she's han'H
'Laisee moi tranquille' Elmire she say 'You mus' be crazy man '-
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'Yass yass I say ' mebbe you t'ink I 'm wan beeg loup garouL
Dat 's forty t'ousand 'noder girl I lef' dem all for youJ
I s'pose you know Polique Gauthier your frien' on St CesaireL
I ax her marry me nex' wick she tak' me I don't care '-
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Ba gosh Elmire she don't lak dat it mak' her feel so madD
She commence cry say ''Poleon you treat me very badD
I don't lak see you t'row you'seff upon Polique GauthierL
So if you say you love me sure we mak' de marie '-
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Oh it was fine tam affer dat Castor I t'ink he knowH
We 're not too busy for get home he go so nice an' slowH
He 's only upset t'ree four tam an' jus' about daylightD
We pass upon de ole man's place an' every t'ing 's all rightD
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Wall we leev happy on de farm for nearly fifty yearL
Till wan day on de summer tam she die ma belle ElmireL
I feel so lonesome lef' behin' I tink 't was bes' mebbeF
Dat w'en le Bon Dieu tak' ma famme he should not forget meM
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But dat is hees biz nesse ma frien' I know dat 's all right dereL
I 'll wait till he call ''Poleon' den I will be prepareL
An' w'en he fin' me ready for mak' de longue voyageQ
He guide me t'roo de wood hesef upon ma las' portageQ

William Henry Drummond



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