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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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ST BARTHELEMI
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In the
parish of St. Barthélèmi
There is always something taking place,
A procession, a fête, or a jubilee,
Some kind of religious revelry
That pleases the fervid populace
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| In the
parish of St. Barthélèmi.
The saints must each be remember’d. you
see,
Which perfectly suits the Gallic race…
A procession, a fête, or a jubilee,
Fix’d by the Church’s fast decree,
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Makes
them both happy and full of grace.
In the parish of St. Barthélèmi
You will easily learn to bow the knee,
And each in its turn you will straight embrace—
A procession, a fête, or a jubilee.
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In fact, there is always on the tapis,
Moving at mediæval pace,
In the parish of St. Barthélèmi,
A procession, a fête, or a jubilee.
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