Phil-o-rum Juneau Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBDECFBGA HHII JJKK LLJJ AAMM IINA JMOO IIPP HHAA AAMM HHMM AAII LLH AAAA JJAA HHAA AAHH HHKA JJJJ LLAJ AHAA AAAA AALL AAAA LLAA AAAA AAAA AHHJ AAAA HHII| A STORY OF THE CHASSE GALLERIE | A |
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| In the days of the Old Regime in Canada the free life of the | B |
| woods and prairies proved too tempting for the young men who | C |
| frequently deserted civilization for the savage delights of the | B |
| wilderness These voyageurs and coureurs de bois seldom returned in | D |
| the flesh but on every New Year's Eve back thro' snowstorm and | E |
| hurricane in mid air came their spirits in ghostly canoes to | C |
| join for a brief spell the old folks at home and kiss the girls | F |
| on the annual feast of the Jour de l'an or New Year's Day The | B |
| legend which still survives in French speaking Canada is known as | G |
| La Chasse Gallerie | A |
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| He sit on de corner mos' every night ole Phil o rum Juneau | H |
| Spik wit' hese'f an' shake de head an' smoke on de pipe also | H |
| Very hard job it's for wake him up no matter de loud we call | I |
| W'en he's feex hese'f on de beeg arm chair back on de kitchen wall | I |
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| He don't believe not'ing at all at all 'bout lates' new fashion t'ing | J |
| Le char 'lectrique an' de telephome was talk w'en de bell she ring | J |
| Dat's leetle too moche for de ole bonhomme mak' him shake it de head an' say | K |
| Wat's use mak' de foolish lak dat sapr I'm not born only yesterday | K |
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| But if you want story dat's true true true I tole you good wan moi meme | L |
| An de t'ing you was spik dat I don't believe for sure she was beat all dem | L |
| So he's cough leetle cough clear 'im up de t'roat fill hees pipe wit' some more tabac | J |
| An' w'en de chil'ren is come tranquille de ole man begin comme c | J |
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| L'enfant l'enfant it's very strange t'ing mak' me laugh too w'en I hear | A |
| De young peep talk of de long long tam of seventy eighty year | A |
| Dat's only be jus' eighty New Year Day an' quickly was pass it by | M |
| It's beeg beeg dream an' you don't wake up till affer you're comin' die | M |
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| Dat's true sure enough you see curi's t'ing if you only leev leetle w'ile | I |
| So long you got monee go all de place for mebbe t'ree t'ousan' mile | I |
| But monee's not everyt'ing on dis worl' I tole you dat mes amis | N |
| An' man can be ole lak' two honder year an' not see it La Chasse Gal'rie | A |
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| I never forget de fine New Year night nearly seexty year ago | J |
| W'en I'm lef' it our place for attend soiree on ole Maxime Baribault | M |
| Nine mile away I can see tin roof on church of de St Joseph | O |
| An' over de snow de leaf dat die las' fall was chasin' itse'f | O |
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| Dere was some of de neighbor house I call dat's be de ole fashion style | I |
| An' very nice style too mes amis I hope she will las' long w'ile | I |
| I shak' it de han' I drink sant an' kiss it de girl she's face | P |
| So it's come ten o'clock w'en I pass on road for visit Maxime hees place | P |
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| But I'm not go more mebbe t'ree arpent w'en de sky is get black all roun' | H |
| An' de win' she blow lak I never see an' de beeg snowstorm come down | H |
| I mak' it my min' she's goin' be soon de very bad night for true | A |
| Dat's locky I got plaintee whiskey lef' so I tak' it wan leetle coup | A |
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| Purty quick affer dat I'm comin' nice place was stan'in' some fine beeg tree | A |
| W'ere de snow don't dreef' an' it seem jus' lak dat place it is mak' for me | A |
| So I pass it on dere for mak' safe mese'f w'ile de storm is blow outside | M |
| As if all de devil on hell below was tak' heem some fancy ride | M |
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| Wan red fox he's comin' so close so close I could ketch him wit' de han' | H |
| But not on de tam lak dis ma frien' Marche toi all de quick you can | H |
| Poor feller he's tire an' seem los' hees way an' w'en he reach home dat night | M |
| Mebbe he fin' it all was close up an' de door it was fassen tight | M |
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| But w'at is dat soun' mak' de hair stan' up w'at is it mean dat cry | A |
| Comin' over de high tree top out of de nor' wes' sky | A |
| Lak cry of de wil' goose w'en she pass on de spring tam an' de fall | I |
| But wil' goose fly on de winter night I never see dat at all | I |
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| On on t'roo de night she is quickly come more closer all de tam | L |
| But not lak de cry of some wil' bird now don't seem it at all de sam' | L |
| An' den wit' de rush of de win' I hear somebody sing chanson | H |
| An' de song dey sing is de ole ole song Le Canayen Errant ' | - |
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| But it's mak' me lonesome an' scare also jus' sam' I be goin' for die | A |
| W'en I lissen dat song on night lak dis so far away on de sky | A |
| Don't know w'at to do at all mese'f so I go w'ere I have good view | A |
| An' up up above t'roo de storm an' snow she's comin' wan beeg canoe | A |
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| Den somebody call it ma nam' out loud firs' tam it was scare me so | J |
| We know right away dat was you be dere hello Phil o rum hello | J |
| An' soon I see him dat feller spik I 'member him too mese'f | A |
| We go de sam' school twenty year before hees nam's Telesphore Le Boeuf | A |
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| But I know on de way canoe she go dat de crowd he mus' be dead man | H |
| Was come from de Grande Riviere du Nord come from Saskatchewan | H |
| Come too from all de place is lie on de Hodson Bay Contree | A |
| An' de t'ing I was see me dat New Year night is le phantome Chasse Gal'rie | A |
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| An' many de boy I was see him dere I know him so long before | A |
| He's goin' away on de far contree for never return no more | A |
| An' now on phantome he is comin' home t'roo de storm an' de hurricane | H |
| For kiss him de girl on jour de l'an an' see de ole peep again | H |
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| De beeg voyageur w'at is steer canoe wit' paddle hol' on hees han' | H |
| Got very long hair was hang down hees neck de sam' as wil' Injin man | H |
| Invite me on boar' dat phantome canoe for show it dead man de way | K |
| Don't lak it de job but no use refuse so I'll mak' it de embarquer | A |
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| Den wan of de gang he mus' be foreman say it's tam for have leetle drink | J |
| So he pass heem black bottle for tak' un coup an' it's look lak ma own I t'ink | J |
| But it can't be de sam' I'll be swear for dat for w'en I was mak' de go | J |
| I fin' dere is not'ing inside but win' an' de whiskey's phantome also | J |
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| Dey be laugh affer dat lak dey tak' some fit so de boss spik him Tiens Phil o rum | L |
| Never min' on dem feller mus' have leetle sport dat's very long way we come | L |
| Will you ketch it de paddle for steer us quick on place of Maxime Baribault | A |
| An' he's ax me so nice I do as he please' an den away off she go | J |
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| Wan minute two minute we pass on dere Maxime he is all hooraw | A |
| An' we know by musique dat was play inside mus' be de great Joe Violon | H |
| Dat feller work fiddle on very bes' way dat nobody never see | A |
| Mak' de boy an' de girl ole peep also dance lak dey was go crazee | A |
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| You s'pose dey was let me come on dat house Not at all for de boss he say | A |
| Phil o rum it's long tam we don't see our fren' can't get heem chance ev'ry day | A |
| Please stop on canoe so she won't blow off w'ile we pass on de house an' see | A |
| Dem frien' we was lef' an' de girl we spark before we go strange contree | A |
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| An' me I was sit on canoe outside jus' lak I was sapr fou | A |
| Watchin' dem feller dat's all dead man dance heem lak Loup Garou | A |
| De boss he kiss Marie Louise ma girl dat's way he spen' mos' de tam | L |
| But of course she know not'ing of dat biz nesse don't lak it me jus' de sam' | L |
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| By tam I'm commence it for feel de col' dey're all comin' out encore | A |
| An' we start off again t'roo de sky hooraw for mak' de visite some more | A |
| All de place on de parish we go dat night w'erever dey get some dance | A |
| Till I feel it so tire I could sleep right off but dey don't geev it me no chance | A |
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| De las' place w'ere passin' dat's Bill Boucher he's very good frien' of me | L |
| An' I t'ink it's near tam I was lef' dat crowd so I'll snub de canoe on tree | L |
| Den affer dead man he was safe inside an' ev'rywan start danser | A |
| I go on de barn wat's behin' de house for see I can't hide away | A |
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| She's nice place de barn an' got plaintee warm an' I'm feel very glad be dere | A |
| So long dead feller don't fin' me out an' ketch it me on de hair | A |
| But s'pose I get col' work him hard all night 'cos I make it wan leetle cough | A |
| W'en de rooster he's scare holler t'ree four tam an' whole t'ing she bus' right off | A |
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| I'll never see not'ing so quick again Canoe an' dead man go scat | A |
| She's locky de rooster he mak' de noise bus' ev'ryt'ing up lak dat | A |
| Or mebbe dem feller get me encore an' tak' me on Hodson Bay | A |
| But it's all right now for de morning's come an' he see me ole Bill Boucher | A |
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| I'm feel it so tire an' sore all de place wit' all de hard work I do' | A |
| 'Cos I'm not very use for mak' paddle me on beeg beeg phantome canoe | H |
| But Bill an' hees boy dey was leef me up an' carry me on maison | H |
| W'ere plaintee nice t'ing dey was mak' me eat an' drink it some whiskey blanc | J |
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| An' now w'en I'm finish w'at you t'ink it youse'f 'bout story dat you was hear | A |
| No wonner ma hair she is all turn w'ite before I get eighty year | A |
| But 'member dis t'ing I be tole you firs don't los' it mes chers amis | A |
| De man he can leev him on long long tam an' not see it La Chasse Gal'rie | A |
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| He sit on de corner mos' every night ole Phil o rum Juneau | H |
| Spik wit' hese'f an' shak' de head an' smoke on de pipe also | H |
| But kip very quiet don't wak' him up let him stay on de kitchen wall | I |
| For if you believe w'at de ole man say you believe anyt'ing at all | I |
William Henry Drummond
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