ST. BONIFACE FIRE BRIGADE

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 don'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 don'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!"