  Voici une pÉtite chanson Pour le Baron de Sanson A story—a tale, what you call episode— On the trials he meet Wiz his cart (de visite) On ze laissez-faire, what you call Idle-burg Road. You know how he state Dis country is great? And most be duv-velop, c’est vrai, it is true— Vel, listen my story— I tell con amore, Ze Baron he nearly vos duvvel op too. Ze chemin vos von mud, Ze rain vos ze vlood,— His friend look to him And say, “Can you swim?” Zen jomp comme un poisson and sit on ze land. Mais le Baron vos tumble, He make one big jumble, And mix vis ze buggy and turn razzer pale, And ze friend, he that voss up Say to me, “It’s von toss up What side is ze Baron, ze head of ze tail?” We make a big screamin’, Zey fling a big reim in— Zey catch ze brave Baron—comme Ça—par la jambe— Ze clothes vos departed, He sigh, zen he started— And after some cognac he say, “Vare I am?” Ah! but he vos plucky, He say he vos “lucky”— He vos bruise on his back, and scratch on his knees— Ze horses vare no vare! Ze buggy turn ovare! So he walk for five miles—in top boots and chemise? A. Brodrick. Pretoria, 1882. [Image of decorative bar not available.] |
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