--Societee.

Las' week, no sooner I come along
From market of Bonsecour,
Dan I 'm seein' right off, dere 's somet'ing wrong,
For she 's stannin' outside de door
Smilin' so sweetly upon de face,
Lookin' so nice an' gay--
Anywan t'ink it 's purty sure case
She marry me yesterday.

Can't wait a minute till supper's t'roo
Before she commence to go--
"Oh! Johnnie, dere 's somet'ing I mus' tole you--
Somet'ing you lak to know--
To-morrow we 're goin' for drive aroun'
An' it won't be de heavy load,
Jus' me an' you, for to see dem houn'
T'row off on de Bord a Plouffe road."

"Denise, if dat was de grande affaire
On w'at you call a la mode--
Lookin' dem fox dog stannin' dere
T'row off on de Bord a Plouffe road,
You can count me out!" An' she start to cry--
"You know very well," she say,
"I don't mean dat--may I never die
But you 're a beeg fool to-day!

"Johnnie, to-morrow you 'll come wit' me
Watchin' dem run de race,
Ketchin' de fox--if you don't, you see
We 're bote on de beeg disgrace.
Dey 're all comin' out from de reever side,
An' over from Beaurepaire,
Seein' de folk from de city ride,
An' ev'rywan 's sure be dere."

All right--an' to-morrow dere's two new shoe,
So de leetle horse mak' de show,
Out wit' de buggy: de new wan too,
Only get her ten year ago--
An' dere on de road, you should see de gang
Of folk from aroun' de place,
Billy Dufresne, an' ole Champagne,
Comin' to see de race,

Wit' plaintee of stranger I never see,
An' some of dem from Pointe Claire,
All of dem bringin' de familee,
W'enever dere 's room to spare.
Wonderful sight--I 'm sure you say--
To see how Societee
(W'atever dat mean?) she got de way
Of foolin' de w'ole contree.

Den I 'm heetchin' de horse on de fence, for fear
Somebody run away,
So man wit' de bugle he 's comin' near,
An' dis is de t'ing he say--
"You see any fox to-day, ma frien',
Runnin' aroun' at all,
You know any place he got hees den?
For we lak it to mak' de call."

An' me--I tell heem, "You mus' be wrong,
An' surely don't want to kill
De leetle red fox, about two foot long,
Dat 's leevin' below de hill;
Jompin' de horse till he break hees knee,
Wile spotty dog mak' de row,
For a five-dollar fox? You can't fool me--
I know w'at you 're wantin' now!

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