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Pine,
Rose and Fleur de Lis
by
Susie Frances Harrison
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PETITE
STE ROSALIE
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Father
Couture loves a fricassee,
Serv’d
with a sip of home-made wine,
He is the Curé, so jolly and free,
And lives in Petite Ste. Rosalie.
On Easter
Sunday when one must dine,
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| Father
Couture loves a fricassee.
No stern ascetic, no stoic is he,
Preaching
a rigid right divine.
He is the Curé, so jolly and free,
That while he maintains his dignity,
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When
Lent is past and the weather is fine,
Father Couture loves a fricassee.
He kills his chicken himself— on dit,
And
who is there dare the deed malign?
He is the Curé, so jolly and free.
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Open and courteous, fond of a fee,
The village
deity, bland and benign,
Father Couture loves a fricassee,
He’s a sensible Curé, so jolly and
free!
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