The Cure Of Calumette

Dere's no voyageur on de reever never run hees canoe d'ecorce

T'roo de roar an' de rush of de rapide, w'ere it jump lak a beeg w'ite horse,

Dere's no hunter man on de prairie, never wear w'at you call racquette

Can beat leetle Fader O'Hara, de Cur' of Calumette.

Hees fader is full-blooded Irish, an' hees moder is pure Canayenne,

Not offen dat stock go tegedder, but she's fine combination ma frien'

For de Irish he's full of de devil, an' de French dey got savoir faire,

Dat's mak'it de very good balance an' tak' you mos' ev'ry    w' ere.

But dere' wan t'ing de Cur' wont stan' it; mak' fun of de Irlandais

An' of course de French we say not'ing, 'cos de parish she's all Canayen,

Den you see on account of de moder, he can't spik hese'f very moche,

So de ole joke she's    all out of fashion, an' wan of dem t'ing we don't    touch.

Wall! wan of dat kin' is de Cur', but w'en he be comin' our place

De peop' on de parish all w'isper,    "How young he was look on hees face;

Too bad if de wedder she keel heem de firse tam he got leetle wet,

An' de Bishop might sen' beeger Cur', for it's purty tough place, Calumette!"

Ha! ha! how I wish I was dere, me, w'en he go on de mission call

On de shaintee camp way up de reever, drivin' hees own cariole,

An' he meet blagger' feller been drinkin', jus' enough mak' heem ack lak fou,

Joe Vadeboncoeur, dey was call heem, an' he's purty beeg feller too!

Mebbe Joe he don't know    it's de Cur', so he's hollerin', "Get out de way,

If you    don't geev me whole of de roadside, sapree! you go off on de sleigh."

But de Cur' he never say not'ing, jus' poule on de line leetle bit,

An' w'en Joe try for kip heem hees promise, hees nose it get badly hit.

Maudit! he was strong leetle Cur', an' he go for Jo-zeph en masse

An' w'en he is mak' it de finish, poor Joe is n't    feel it firse class,

So nex' tam de Cur' he's goin' for visit de shaintee encore

Of course he was mak' beeges' mission never see on dat place before.

An' he know more, I'm sure dan de lawyer, an' dere's    many poor habitant

Is glad for see Fader O'Hara, an' ax w'at he t'ink of de law

W'en dey get leetle troub' wit' each oder, an' don't know de bes' t'ing to do,

Dat's    makin' dem save plaintee monee, an' kip de good neighbor too.

But w'en we fin' out how he paddle till canoe she was nearly fly

An' travel racquette on de winter, w'en snow- dreef is pillin' up high

For visit some poor man or woman dat's waitin' de message of peace,

An' get dem    prepare for de journey, we're proud on de leetle pries'!

O! many dark night w'en de chil'ren is put away safe on de bed

An' mese'f an' ma femme mebbe sittin' an' watchin' de small curly head

We hear somet'ing else dan de roar of de ton- der, de win' an' de rain;

So we're bote passin' out on de doorway, an' lissen an' lissen again.

An' it's lonesome for see de beeg cloud sweep- in' across de sky

An' lonesome for hear de win' cryin' lak some- body's goin'to die,

But de soun' away down de valley, creepin' around de hill

All de tam gettin' closer. closer, dat's de soun' mak' de heart stan'still!

It's de bell of de leetle Cur', de music of deat' we hear,

Along on de black road ringin', an' soon it was comin' near

Wan minute de face of de Cur' we see by de lantern light,

An' he's gone from us, jus' lak a shadder, into de stormy night.

An' de buggy rush down de hill an' over de bridge below,

W'ere creek run so high on de spring-tam, w'en mountain t'row off de snow,

An' so long as we hear heem goin', we kneel on de floor an' pray

Dat God will look affer de Cur', an' de poor soul dat 's passin' away.

I dunno if he need our prayer, but we geev' it heem jus' de sam',

For w'en a man's    doin' hees duty lak de Cur' do all de tam

Never min' all de t'ing may happen, no matter he's    riche or poor

Le bon Dieu was up on de heaven, will look out for dat man, I'm sure.

I'm only poor habitant farmer, an' mebbe know not'ing at all,

But dere's    wan t'ing I'm always wishin', an' dat's    w'en    I get de call

For travel de far-away journey, ev'ry wan on de worl' mus' go

He 'll be wit' me de leetle Cur' 'fore I'm leffin' dis place below.

For I know I'll be feel more easy, if he's sittin' dere by de bed

An' he'll geev' me de good-bye message, an' place hees han' on ma head,

Den I'll hol' if he 'll only let me,    dat han' till de las' las' breat'

An' bless leetle Fader O'Hara, de Cur' of Calumette.