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Mon frere Camille he was first class blood	A
W'en he come off de State las' fall	B
Wearin' hees boot a la mode box toe	C
An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also	C
Sam' as dem feller on Chi caw go	C
But now he 's no blood at all	B
Camille mon frere	D
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W'at 's makin' dat change on mon frere	D
Camille	E
Wall lissen for minute or two	F
An' I 'll try feex it up on de leetle song	G
Dat 's geevin' some chance kin' o' help it	H
along	G
So wedder I'm right or wedder I'm wrong	G
You 'll know all about heem w'en I get	I
t'roo	D
Mon frere Camille	E
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He never sen' leter for t' orteen year	D
So of course he mus' be all right	J
Till telegraph 's comin' from Kan Ka Kee	K
'I 'm leffin' dis place on de half pas't'ree	K
W'at you want to bring is de beg' buggee	K
An' double team sure for me t' orsday night	J
Ton frere Camille '	-
	-
I wish you be dere w'en Camille arrive	L
I bet you will say 'W'at 's dat '	-
For he 's got leetle cap very lak tuque bleu	F
Ole habitant 's wearin' in bed dat's true	F
An' w'at do you t'ink he carry too	F
Geev it up Wall small valise wit' de fine	M
plug hat	N
Mon frere Camille	E
	-
'Very strange ' I know you will say right off	O
For dere 's not'ing wrong wit' hees clothes	P
An' he put on style all de bes' he can	Q
Wit' diamon' shinin' across hees han'	Q
An' de way he's talkin' lak Yankee man	Q
Mus' be purty hard on hees nose	R
Mon frere Camille	E
	-
But he 's splain all dat about funny cap	S
An' tole us de reason w'y	-
It seem no feller can travel far	D
An' specially too on de Pullman car	D
'Less dey wear leetle cap only 'cos dollarre	D
Dat 's true if he never die	-
Mon frere Camille	E
	-
Don't look very strong dem fancy boot	T
But he 's splain all dat also	C
He say paten' ledder she 's nice an' gay	K
You don't need to polish dem ev'ry day	K
Besides he 's too busy for dat alway	F
W'en he's leevin' on Chi caw go	C
Mon frere Camille	E
	-
But de State she was n't de only place	U
He visit all up an' down	Q
For he's goin' Cu baw an' de Mex i co	C
W'ere he 's killin' two honder dem wil' taureau	D
W'at you call de bull on de circus show	C
O if you believe heem he travel roun'	Q
Mon frere Camille	E
	-
So of course w'en ma broder was gettin' home	V
All de peop' on de parish come	W
Every night on de parlor for hear heem tell	X
How he foller de brave General Roosvel'	X
W'en rough rider feller dey fight lak hell	X
An' he walk on de front wit' great beg	K
drum	W
Mon frere Camille	X
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An' how is he gainin' dat diamon' ring	K
Way off on de Mex i co	C
W'ere he 's pilin' de bull wan summer day	K
Till it 's not easy haulin' dem all away	K
An' de lady dey 're t'rowin' heem large	Y
bouquet	K
For dey lak de style he was keel taureau	D
Mon frere Camille	X
	-
Wall he talk dat way all de winter t'roo	D
An' hees frien' dey was tryin' fin'	Q
Some bull on de country dat 's wil' enough	Z
For mon frere camille but it 's purty tough	Z
'Cos de farmer 's not raisin' such fightin' stuff	Z
An' he don't want not'ing but mos' worse	A2
kin'	Q
Mon frere Camille	X
	-
Dat 'd not pleasan' t'ing mebbe los' hees trade	B2
If we don't hurry up for sure	D
I s'pose you t'ink I was goin' it strong	K
Never min' somet'ing happen 'fore very long	K
It 'll all come out on dis leetle song	K
W'en he pass on de house of Ma dame	C2
Latour	D
Camille mon frere	D
	-
We 're makin' pique nique on Denise Latour	D
For helpin' put in de hay	K
Too bad she 's de moder large familee	X
An' los' de bes' husban' she never see	K
W'en he drown on de reever poor Jeremie	C2
So he come wit' de res' of de gang dat day	K
Camille mon frere	D
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An' affer de hay it was put away	K
Don't tak' very long at all	X
De boy an' de girl she was lookin' 'roun	Q
For havin' more fun 'fore dey lef' de groun'	Q
An' dey see leetle bull mebbe t'ree honder	D
poun'	Q
An' nex' t'ing I hear dem call	X
Mon frere Camille	X
	-
So nice leetle feller I never see	K
Dat bull of Ma dame Latour	D
Wit' curly hair on de front hees head	D2
An' quiet jus' sam' he was almos' dead	D2
An' fat wall de chil'ren dey see heem fed	D2
So he 's not goin' keel heem I 'm very sure	D
Mon frere Camille	X
	-
But de girl kip teasin' an' ole Ma dame	C2
She say 'You can go ahead	D2
He cos' me four dollarre six mont' ago	C
So if anyt'ing happen ma small taureau	D
Who 's pay me dat monee I lak to know '	-
An' he answer 'Dat 's me w'en I keel	X
heem dead'	D2
Mon frere Camille	X
	-
Den he feex beeg knife on de twelve foot pole	X
So de chil'ren commence to cry	D
An' he jomp on de fence an' yell 'Hooraw'	D
An' shout on de leetle French bull 'Dis donc	C
Ain't you scare w'en you see feller from Cu	C
baw '	-
An' he show heem hees red necktie	D
Mon frere Camille	X
	-
L'petit taureau w'en he see dat tie	D
He holler for half a mile	X
Den he jomp on de leg an' he raise de row	D
Ba Golly I'm sure I can see heem now	Q
An' dey run w'en dey hear heem de noder	D
cow	Q
Den he say 'Dat bull must be surely wil''	X
Mon frere Camille	X
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But de bull don't care w'at he say at all	X
For he 's watchin' dat red necktie	D
An' w'en ma broder he push de pole	X
I 'm sure it 's makin' some purty large hole	X
If de bull be dere but ma blood run col'	X
For de nex' t'ing I hear heem cry	D
Camille mon frere	D
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No wonder he cry for dat sapree bull	X
He 's yell leetle bit some more	D
Den he ketch ma broder dat small taureau	D
Only cos' four dollarre six mont' ago	D
An' he 's t'rowin' heem up from de groun'	Q
below	D
Wan tam two tam till he 's feelin' sore	D
Camille mon frere	D
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An' w'en ma broder 's come down agen	Q
I s'pose he mus' change hees min'	Q
An' mebbe t'ink if it 's all de sam'	C2
He 'll keel dat bull w'en he get more tam	C2
For dere he was runnin' wit' ole Ma dame	C2
De chil'ren de bull an' de cow behin'	Q
Camille mon frere	D
	-
So dat's de reason he 's firse class blood	D2
W'en he come off de State las' fall	X
Wearin' hees boot a la mode bo toe	D
An' diamon' pin on hees shirt also	D
Sam' as dem feller on Chi caw go	D
But now he 's no blood at all	X
Camille mon frere	D

William Henry Drummond

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