Maxime Labelle Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EBC FFB EGHH HHHH BBII EJCC EEE JBCC K L EM NNBB O BBBB BBJJ PPFF QRCC BRDD RRBB CCBB RBR| Victoriaw she have beeg war E gyp's de nam' de place | A |
| An' neeger peep dat's leev 'im dere got very black de face | A |
| An' so she's write Joseph Mercier he's stop on Trois Rivieres | B |
| 'Please come right off an' bring wit' you t'ree honder voyageurs | B |
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| 'I got de plaintee sojer me beeg feller six foot tall | C |
| Dat's Englishman an' Scotch also don't wear no pant at all | C |
| Of course de Irishman's de bes' raise all de row he can | D |
| But noboddy can pull batteau lak good Canadian man | D |
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| 'I geev you steady job for sure an' w'en you get 'im t'roo | E |
| I bring you back on Canadaw don't cos' de man un sou | B |
| Dat's firs' class steamboat all de way Kebeck an' Leeverpool | C |
| An' if you don't be satisfy you mus' be beeg beeg fool ' | - |
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| We meet upon Hotel Dufresne an' talk heem till daylight | F |
| An' Joe he's treat so many tam we very near get tight | F |
| Den affer w'ile we mak' our min' dat's not bad chance an' so | B |
| Joseph Mercier he's telegraph 'Correc' Madame we go ' | - |
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| So Joe arrange de whole beez nesse wit' Queen Victoriaw | E |
| Two dollar day work all de tam dat's purty good l'argent | G |
| An' w'en we start on Trois Rivieres for pass on boar' de ship | H |
| Our frien' dey all say 'Bon voyage ' an' den Hooraw E gyp' | H |
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| Dat beeg steamboat was plonge so moche I'm 'fraid she never stop | H |
| De Capitaine's no use at all can't kip her on de top | H |
| An' so we all come very sick jus' lak one leetle pup | H |
| An' ev'ry tam de ship's go down de inside she's go up | H |
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| I'm sorry spoke lak dis ma frien' if you don't t'ink it's so | B |
| Please ax Joseph Mercier hese'f or Aleck De Courteau | B |
| Dat stay on bed mos' all de tam so sick dey nearly die | I |
| But lak' some great beeg Yankee man was never tole de lie | I |
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| De gang she's travel travel t'roo many strange contree | E |
| An' ev'ry place is got new nam' I don't remember me | J |
| We see some fonny t'ing for sure more fonny I can tell | C |
| But w'en we reach de Neel Riviere dat's feel more naturel | C |
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| So many fine beeg sojer man I never see before | E |
| All dress heem on grand uniform is wait upon de shore | E |
| Some black some green an' red also cos' honder dollar sure | E |
| An' holler out 'She's all right now here come de voyageurs ' | - |
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| We see boss Generale also he's ride on beeg chameau | J |
| Dat's w'at you call Ca melle I t'ink I laugh de way she go | B |
| Jomp up jomp down jomp ev'ry place but still de Generale | C |
| Seem satisfy for stay on top dat fonny an i mal | C |
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| He's holler out on Joe Mercier 'Comment c va Joseph | K |
| You lak for come right off wit' me tak' leetle ride yourseff ' | - |
| Joseph he mak' de grand salut an' tak' it off hees hat | L |
| 'Merci Mon Generale ' he say 'I got no use for dat ' | - |
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| Den affer we was drink somet'ing an' sing 'Le Brigadier ' | - |
| De sojer fellers get prepare for mak' de embarquer | E |
| An' everybody's shout heem out w'en we tak' hole de boat | M |
| 'Hooraw pour Queen Victoriaw ' an' also 'pour nous autres ' | - |
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| Bigosh I do hard work mese'f upon de Ottawa | N |
| De Gatineau an' St Maurice also de Mattawa | N |
| But I don't never work at all I'sure you dat's a fack | B |
| Until we strike de Neel Riviere an' sapr Catarack | B |
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| 'Dis way dat way can't keep her straight ' 'look out Bateese look out ' | - |
| 'Now let her go' 'arrete un peu ' dat's way de pilot shout | O |
| 'Don't wash de neeger girl on shore ' an' 'prenez garde behin' ' | - |
| 'W'at's matter wit' dat rudder man I t'ink he's goin' blin' ' | - |
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| Some tam of course de boat's all right an' carry us along | B |
| An' den again we mak portage w'en current she's too strong | B |
| On place lak' dat we run good chance for sun struck on de neck | B |
| An' plaintee tam we wish ourseff was back on ole Kebeck | B |
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| De seconde Catarack we pass more beeger dan de Soo | B |
| She's nearly t'orty mile for sure it would astonish you | B |
| Dat's place t'ree Irishman get drown wan day we have beeg storm | J |
| I s'pose de Queen is feel lak cry los' dat nice uniform | J |
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| De night she's very very cole an' hot upon de day | P |
| An' all de tam you feel jus' lak you're goin' melt away | P |
| But never min' an' don't get scare you mak' it up all right | F |
| An' twenty poun' you los' dat day she's comin' back sam' night | F |
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| We got small bugle boy also he's mebbe stan' four foot | Q |
| An' firs' t'ing ev'ry morning sure he mak' it toot toot toot | R |
| She's nice enough upon de day for hear de bugle call | C |
| But w'en she play before daylight I don't lak dat at all | C |
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| We mus' get up immediatement dat leetle feller blow | B |
| An' so we start heem off again for pull de beeg batteau | R |
| De sojer man he's nice nice boy an' help us all he can | D |
| An' geev heem chance he's mos' as good lak some Canadian man | D |
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| Wall all de tam she go lak dat was busy every day | R |
| Don't get moche chance for foolish ness don't get no chance for play | R |
| Dere's plaintee danger all aroun' an' w'en we're comin' back | B |
| We got look out for run heem safe dem sapr Catarack | B |
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| But w'ere's de war I can't mak' out don't see no fight at all | C |
| She's not'ing but une Grande Piqnique dat's las' in all de fall | C |
| Mebbe de neeger King he's scare an' skip anoder place | B |
| An' pour la Reine Victoriaw I never see de face | B |
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| But dat's not ma beez nesse ma frien' I'm ready pull batteau | R |
| So long she pay two dollar day wit' pork an' bean also | B |
| An' if she geev me steady job for mak' some more l'argent | R |
| I say 'Hooraw for all de tam on Queen Victoriaw ' | - |
William Henry Drummond
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