De Papineau Gun

AN INCIDENT OF THE CANADIAN REBELLION OF 1837. Bon jour, M'sieu', you want to know 'Bout dat ole gun, w'at good she's for? W'y! Jean Bateese Bruneau, mon pere, Fight wit' dat gun on Pap'neau War! Long tam since den you say, C'est vrai, An' me too young for 'member well, But how de patriot fight an' die, I offen hear de ole folk tell. De English don't ack square dat tam, Don't geev de habitants no show, So 'long come Wolfred Nelson Wit' Louis Joseph Papineau. An' swear de peep mus' have deir right. Wolfred he's write Victoriaw, But she's no good, so den de war Commence among de habitants. Mon pere he leev to Grande Brul So smarter man you never see, Was alway on de grande hooraw! Plaintee w'at you call "Esprit!" An' w'en dey form wan compagnie All dress wit' tuque an' ceinture sash Ma fader tak' hees gun wit' heem An' marche away to Saint Eustache, W'ere many patriots was camp Wit' brave Chenier, deir Capitaine, W'en 'long come English Generale, An' more two t'ousan' sojer man. De patriot dey go on church An' feex her up deir possibill; Dey fight deir bes', but soon fin' out "Canon de bois" no good for kill. An' den de church she come on fire, An' burn almos' down to de groun', So w'at you t'ink our man can do Wit' all dem English armee roun'? 'Poleon, hees sojer never fight More brave as dem poor habitants, Chenier, he try for broke de rank Chenier come dead immediatement. He fall near w'ere de cross is stan' Upon de ole church cimitiere, Wit' Jean Poulin an' Laframboise An' plaintee more young feller dere. De gun dey rattle lak' tonnere Jus' bang, bang, bang! dat's way she go, An' wan by wan de brave man's fall An' red blood's cover all de snow. Ma fader shoot so long he can An' den he's load hees gun some more, Jomp on de ice behin' de church An' pass heem on de 'noder shore. Wall! he reach home fore very long An' keep perdu for many day, Till ev'ry t'ing she come tranquille, An' sojer man all gone away. An' affer dat we get our right, De Canayens don't fight no more, Ma fader's never shoot dat gun, But place her up above de door. An' Papineau, an' Nelson too Dey're gone long tam, but we are free, Le Bon Dieu have 'em 'way up dere. Salut, Wolfred! Salut, Louis!