Poleon Dore Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBC DEBE DFGF BHBD IBJB BIBI KGLG DIKI DKBK BKDK KBGG GIBI KBGB LMBM BDDD KIBI BDKD GGKG BGDG BKKG| A TALE OF THE SAINT MAURICE | A |
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| You have never hear de story of de young Napoleon Dor | B |
| Los' hees life upon de reever w'en de lumber drive go down | C |
| W'ere de rapide roar lak tonder dat's de place he's goin' onder | B |
| W'en he's try save Paul Desjardins 'Poleon hese'f is drown | C |
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| All de winter on de Shaintee tam she's good and work she's plaintee | D |
| But we're not feel very sorry w'en de sun is warm hees face | E |
| W'en de mooshrat an' de beaver tak' some leetle swim on reever | B |
| An' de sout' win' scare de snowbird so she fly some col'er place | E |
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| Den de spring is set in steady an' we get de log all ready | D |
| Workin' hard all day an' night too on de water mos' de tam | F |
| An' de skeeter w'en dey fin' us come so quickly nearly blin' us | G |
| Biz biz biz biz all aroun' us till we feel lak sacr dam | F |
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| All de sam' we're hooraw feller from de top of house to cellar | B |
| Ev'ry boy he's feel so happy w'en he's goin' right away | H |
| See hees fader an' hees moder see hees sister an' hees broder | B |
| An' de girl he spark las' summer if she's not get marie | D |
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| Wall we start heem out wan morning an' de pilot geev us warning | I |
| W'en you come on Rapide Cuisse ma frien' keep raf' she's head on shore | B |
| If you struck beeg rock on middle w'ere le diable is play hees fiddle | J |
| Dat's de tam you pass on some place you don't never pass before | B |
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| But we'll not t'ink moche of danger for de rapide she's no stranger | B |
| Many tam we're runnin' t'roo it on de fall an' on de spring | I |
| On mos' ev'ry kin' of wedder dat le Bon Dieu scrape togedder | B |
| An' we'll never drown noboddy an' we'll never bus' somet'ing | I |
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| Dere was Telesphore Montbriand Paul Desjardins Louis Guyon | K |
| Bill McKeever Aleck Gauthier an' hees cousin Jean Bateese | G |
| 'Poleon Dor Aim Beaulieu wit' some more man I can't tole you | L |
| Dat was mak' it bes' gang never run upon de St Maurice | G |
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| Dis is jus' de tam I wish me I could spik de good English me | D |
| For tole you of de pleasurement we get upon de spring | I |
| W'en de win' she's all a sleepin' an' de raf' she go a sweepin' | K |
| Down de reever on some morning w'ile le rossignol is sing | I |
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| Ev'ryt'ing so nice an' quiet on de shore as we pass by it | D |
| All de tree got fine new spring suit ev'ry wan she's dress on green | K |
| W'y it mak' us all more younger an' we don't feel any hunger | B |
| Till de cook say 'Raw for breakfas' den we smell de pork an' bean | K |
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| Some folk say she's bad for leever but for man work hard on reever | B |
| Dat's de bes' t'ing I can tole you dat was never yet be seen | K |
| Course dere's oder t'ing ah tak' me fancy dish also I lak me | D |
| But w'en I want somet'ing solid please pass me de pork an' bean | K |
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| All dis tam de raf' she's goin' lak steamboat was got us towin' | K |
| All we do is keep de channel an' dat's easy workin' dere | B |
| So we sing some song an' chorus for de good tam dat's before us | G |
| W'en de w'ole beez nesse she's finish an' we come on Trois Rivieres | G |
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| But bad luck is sometam fetch us for beeg strong win' come an' ketch us | G |
| Jus' so soon we struck de rapide jus' so soon we see de smoke | I |
| An' before we spik some prayer for ourse'f dat's fightin' dere | B |
| Roun' we come upon de beeg rock an' it's den de raf' she broke | I |
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| Dat was tam poor Paul Desjardins from de parish of St Germain | K |
| He was long way on de fronte side so he's fallin' overboar' | B |
| Couldn't swim at all de man say but dat's more ma frien' I can say | G |
| Any how he's look lak drownin' so we'll t'row him two t'ree oar | B |
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| Dat's 'bout all de help our man do dat's 'bout ev'ryt'ing we can do | L |
| As de crib we're hangin' onto balance on de rock itse'f | M |
| Till de young Napoleon Dor heem I start for tole de story | B |
| Holler out Mon Dieu I don't lak see poor Paul go drown hese'f | M |
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| So he's mak' beeg jomp on water jus' de sam you see some otter | B |
| An' he's pass on place w'ere Paul is tryin' hard for keep afloat | D |
| Den we see Napoleon ketch heem try hees possibill for fetch heem | D |
| But de current she's more stronger an' de eddy get dem bote | D |
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| O Mon Dieu for see dem two man mak' me feel it cry lak woman | K |
| Roun' an' roun' upon de eddy quickly dem poor feller go | I |
| Can't tole wan man from de oder an' we'll know dem bote lak broder | B |
| But de fight she soon is finish Paul an' 'Poleon go below | I |
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| Yass an' all de tam we stay dere only t'ing we do is pray dere | B |
| For de soul poor drownin' feller dat's enough mak' us feel mad | D |
| Torteen voyageurs all brave man glad get any chances save man | K |
| But we don't see no good chances can't do not'ing dat's too bad | D |
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| Wall at las' de crib she's come way off de rock an' den on some way | G |
| By an' by de w'ole gang's passin' on safe place below de Cuisse | G |
| Ev'ryboddy's heart she's breakin' w'en dey see poor Paul he's taken | K |
| Wit' de young Napoleon Dor bes' boy on de St Maurice | G |
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| An' day affer Bill McKeever fin' de bote man on de reever | B |
| Wit' deir arm aroun' each oder mebbe pass above dat way | G |
| So we bury dem as we fin' dem w'ere de pine tree wave behin' dem | D |
| An de Grande Montagne he's lookin' down on Marcheterre Bay | G |
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| You can't hear no church bell ring dere but le rossignol is sing dere | B |
| An' w'ere ole red cross she's stannin' mebbe some good ange gardien | K |
| Watch de place w'ere bote man sleepin' keep de reever grass from creepin' | K |
| On de grave of 'Poleon Dor an' of poor Paul Desjardins | G |
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