W'en you come wes’ from de oder place An’ you want sometings for see; Jus’ come an’ see St. Boniface An’ I show you sometings, me:—
Dar's de Mission Church dat W'ittier sing —— “Turrets twain,” wher’ de peoples prayed; But dar's sometings we got better still —— Da's St. Boniface Fire Brigade!
Da's a g-rea-t Brigade;— has mans tree, four —— Married mans wit be-eg fam-i-lee; Champeau, Dorien, petite Lafleur, An’ Jean Perriault ( da's ME ).
Us mans we work like h — ll all day Wit de saw, de hammer an’ de spade, But by gar, w'en de fire-bell she goes “ring,” Da's de t'am we do n't was‘ fraid.
You hear dat ting‘ bout d’ beeg oil-house; Tree hundre’ bar'ls cotch de fire? De smoke, mon Dieu! wit de flame go hup To de top of de be-eg church-spire;—
Lafleur's femme, she take de fit hon de floor —— Ma femme, she scre-ee-ch, “Saint Marie!” Hevery one yell — dat place look like he — ll, Ontil Dorien, Champeau, an’ ME ——
We fill hup de tank in de Red Rivaire —— Sacre! how de mans per — s — pire; De peoples go cra — ss — y; Winnipeg despaire; An’ de bells dey ring, “F-i-r-e!— F-i-r-e.”
W'at you t'ink happens? You nevaire do n't guess —— Notings like dat happens sence;— De horse runs away — de hose it go burs’ —— But we save de dog-poun’ fence!
You hear w'at‘ appens once in de place? W'en d’ King's son he come Wes’, All d’ womans dress hup, wash d’ baby face; An’ d’ mans put hon he's bes’.
Winni-peg bow down t’ George d’ Prince;— Put d’ soldier-mans hon parade; But de Prince, he sick of d’ whole dam’ show, Hask: “WHER’ ST. BONIFACE FIRE BRIGADE?”
Y — as, an’ w'en d’ heartquake shake Frisco, “Hend of d’ worl’!” some sa-aid; I send telegraff ( cos’ me tree dollaire ), “You like have my Fire Brigade?”
Hon d’ las’ Election, in d’ Town-Hall Laurier sp'ik; He sa — aid:— “Gentilhomme! if — you — want — put — dat — bad — Tory — hout, Get St. Boniface Fire BRIGADE!”
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