Here you will find the Long Poem Le Vieux Temps of poet William Henry Drummond
1 Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me--so 2 An' I will tole you story of old tam long ago-- 3 W'en ev'ryt'ing is happy--w'en all de bird is sing 4 An' me!--I'm young an' strong lak moose an' not afraid no t'ing. 5 I close my eye jus' so, an' see de place w'ere I am born-- 6 I close my ear an' lissen to musique of de horn, 7 Dat 's horn ma dear ole moder blow--an only t'ing she play 8 Is 'viens donc vite Napoléon--'peche toi pour votre souper.'-- 9 An' w'en he 's hear dat nice musique--ma leetle dog 'Carleau' 10 Is place hees tail upon hees back--an' den he 's let heem go-- 11 He 's jomp on fence--he 's swimmin' crik--he 's ronne two forty gait, 12 He say 'dat 's somet'ing good for eat--Carleau mus' not be late.' 13 O dem was pleasure day for sure, dem day of long ago 14 W'en I was play wit' all de boy, an' all de girl also; 15 An' many tam w'en I 'm alone an' t'ink of day gone by 16 An' pull latire an' spark de girl, I cry upon my eye. 17 Ma fader an' ma moder too, got nice, nice familee, 18 Dat 's ten garçon an' t'orteen girl, was mak' it twenty t'ree 19 But fonny t'ing de Gouvernement don't geev de firs' prize den 20 Lak w'at dey say dey geev it now, for only wan douzaine. 21 De English peep dat only got wan familee small size 22 Mus' be feel glad dat tam dere is no honder acre prize 23 For fader of twelve chil'ren--dey know dat mus' be so, 24 De Canayens would boss Kebeck--mebbe Ontario. 25 But dat is not de story dat I was gone tole you 26 About de fun we use to have w'en we leev a chez nous 27 We 're never lonesome on dat house, for many cavalier 28 Come at our place mos' every night--especially Sun-day. 29 But tam I 'member bes' is w'en I 'm twenty wan year--me-- 30 An' so for mak' some pleasement--we geev wan large soirée 31 De whole paroisse she be invite--de Curé he 's come too-- 32 Wit plaintee peep from 'noder place--dat 's more I can tole you. 33 De night she 's cole an' freeze also, chemin she 's fill wit snow 34 An' on de chimley lak phantome, de win' is mak' it blow-- 35 But boy an' girl come all de sam an' pass on grande parloir 36 For warm itself on beeg box stove, was mak' on Trois Rivières-- 37 An' w'en Bonhomme Latour commence for tune up hees fidelle 38 It mak' us all feel very glad--l'enfant! he play so well, 39 Musique suppose to be firs' class, I offen hear, for sure 40 But mos' bes' man, beat all de res', is ole Bateese Latour-- 41 An' w'en Bateese play Irish jeeg, he 's learn on Mattawa 42 Dat tam he 's head boss cook Shaintee--den leetle Joe Leblanc 43 Tak' hole de beeg Marie Juneau an' dance upon de floor 44 Till Marie say 'Excuse to me, I cannot dance no more.'-- 45 An' den de Curé 's mak' de speech--ole Curé Ladouceur! 46 He say de girl was spark de boy too much on some cornerre-- 47 An' so he 's tole Bateese play up ole fashion reel a quatre 48 An' every body she mus' dance, dey can't get off on dat. 49 Away she go--hooraw! hooraw! plus fort Bateese, mon vieux 50 Camille Bisson, please watch your girl--dat 's bes' t'ing you can do. 51 Pass on de right an' tak' your place Mamzelle Des Trois Maisons 52 You 're s'pose for dance on Paul Laberge, not Telesphore Gagnon. 53 Mon oncle Al-fred, he spik lak' dat--'cos he is boss de floor, 54 An' so we do our possibill an' den commence encore. 55 Dem crowd of boy an' girl I'm sure keep up until nex' day 56 If ole Bateese don't stop heseff, he come so fatigué. 57 An' affer dat, we eat some t'ing, tak' leetle drink also 58 An' de Curé, he 's tole story of many year ago-- 59 W'en Iroquois sauvage she 's keel de Canayens an' steal deir hair, 60 An' say dat 's only for Bon Dieu, we don't be here--he don't be dere. 61 But dat was mak' de girl feel scare--so all de cavalier 62 Was ax hees girl go home right off, an' place her on de sleigh, 63 An' w'en dey start, de Curé say, 'Bonsoir et bon voyage 64 Menagez-vous--tak' care for you--prenez-garde pour les sauvages.' 65 An' den I go meseff also, an' tak' ma belle Elmire-- 66 She 's nicer girl on whole Comté, an' jus' got eighteen year-- 67 Black hair--black eye, an' chick rosée dat 's lak wan fameuse on de fall 68 But don't spik much--not of dat kin', I can't say she love me at all. 69 Ma girl--she's fader beeg farmeur--leev 'noder side St. Flore 70 Got five-six honder acre--mebbe a leetle more-- 71 Nice sugar bush--une belle maison--de bes' I never see-- 72 So w'en I go for spark Elmire, I don't be mak' de foolish me-- 73 Elmire!--she 's pass t'ree year on school--Ste. Anne de la Perade 74 An' w'en she 's tak' de firs' class prize, dat 's mak' de ole man glad; 75 He say 'Ba gosh--ma girl can wash--can keep de kitchen clean 76 Den change her dress--mak' politesse be