Poetry and Songs by Ida Bourgoin Roy, Ste-Agathe, ME

 
 
Par un dimanche au soir

Par un dimache au soir
M'en  allan voir la belle (Bis)
Trois petit coup je frappe
La belle me dit entre
J' apercois son amant
Assis a son cote.

J'e lui y e dit la belle
T'a donc change d'amant (Bis)
Si j'ai changer d'amand
Ce n'est pas de tes affaires
Je m'en irez si loin (Bis)
Si loin je m'en irez
Jamais je reviendrez.
 

Si tu voix ma soeur (Bis)
Dit lui je la demande.
Je ne suis point gazette
Pour courir les Canton (Bis)
Quand tu sera de retour
Tu feras tes commission.

La belle se leva
Pour aller le reconduire
Elle apparcois sont amand
L'epee planter au coeur
Ils se baignais dans son sang'
Il eraot toute couvet.

Elle s jetta sur lui
Criant de si haut crie
Il y'a til de plus m'echant
Q'une a deux amand
Elle a prit sont poignard
Elle sa tue' pareillement.

Je ne sais pas  qui a compossed
cette chanson.mon  pere et ma mere la
chanter souvent, mon pere il nous dit
erabt, mais notre mere elle nous contais
que la  belle avait deux amands  ceetais une execpt
pour pas qoun ce fisais pas plus q'un amant
a la fois que sa etais dangereaux de avoir deux. 
Et on avait pure. Elle est bien veille jae sais pa au ell vint 
quon'q'elle a vue sont amant mort elle sa tue aussi 
sa une chanson bien triste.

par IDA ROY 
de St agatha, me
le 18 de jan. 2000
 


 
 
I come from en-bas de quebec

I come from the flat mountain sec'
I am Ida de la douceur
Joli in the noirceur
I can sing la bagesse OH''YES SIR,

My father has the big gross muscles
Very fort et tout sa, sa donne
I am petite like mama
Je tasure qui  en na dandans
I can fight her like a son a bagonne.

Me manage lots of feves au lard
Lots of pea soup, and lots of griads
But I rest flat like un harang not fat
But never mind tout meme
I am some pitore.

I've got un cavalier pr chez-nous
With un big chapeau de castor
TI-PIT ' my sweetheart
Is very bien smart
Mais il es beau like un big Lougarou!

He comes for me every soir !
To promene me sa belle noir !
Des peanuts a plain sac
Dans son veiux FORD qui crack
We go right through the champs '
De PATATOS.
 

this i don't know where it come from. it sem that I am the only one excEPT
MY SISTER iRENE  I  think hat  she  forgot mostly all the words . I sang tht
sng in plays at school when I  was 13 years old. and there was a young man
who came  to se the play his name TI- PIT, since then I sing it ofte even at
festeval.  The people like i. it will be on tape you can't mis it It has ben
snd o jeff mckeen , lots of people ha it but i don't know about the internt
well the song really belong to me . hop to like it.
FROM IDA ROY
SEND  TO rhea cote robbin , th15 2000

 

  

Comme vous voyez je suis timide

Car toute -a-coup je me decide
Je  vais vous chante une chanson  (BIS)
Comme vous savez c'est la facon.

Il y a deux ans j'allais voir Rose
On se disaient tant de belles chose!
De temps en temps nous embrasions { BIS )
Comme vous savez c'est la facon.

Comme vous savez tout garcons sage
Finit toujours par le mariage
Au bout d'un ans un gros garson (BIS)
Comme vous savez c'est la facon.

On portent l'enfant a l'egliesse!
Cestpour que Monsieur LE CURE le batisse
Il crit a ce fandre les poumons  ( BIS )
Comme vous svez c'es't la facon.

Il faut aller regler  l'affaire
Avec Monsieur le Vicaire
Un beau trois piastres on lui dona (BIS)
Comme vous savez c'est l facon.

On poryent l'enfant a sa Mere
Tout ennivre de calere
Le pere dit que c'est le dernier Bourdont (BIS )
Comme vous  savez c'es la facon.

Bien p;us souvent que l'homme propose
Bien plus souvent que DIEU le dispose
Au bout d'un ans nous recommenceson ( BIS )
Comme vous savez c'est la facon.
 

C'est chanson et vrais
A ete faite le 9 de NOV. 1915

on la pas  le nom de lui qui la faite comme vou voyent 
elle ete faite longtemps passe

envoiyait aIDA ROY
DE ST AGATHA, MAINE
LE 15 dE feb.2000
 


 
 

 The Closing of Loring AFB
 

It make no difference now 

With the budget cuts, even

on the line of duty

We will have to go BOYS

Refrain :

Glory, Glory, Alleluia

Glory, Glory Alleluia

Glory, Glory , Alleluia

The Pine Tree State of Maine
 

Lets go home BOYS

They don't need us anymore 

They need us somewhere else

We will have to go BOYS

Refrain:The Closing of Loring AFB
 

It make no difference now 

With the budget cuts, even

on the line of duty

We will have to go BOYS

Refrain :

Glory, Glory, Alleluia

Glory, Glory Alleluia

Glory, Glory , Alleluia

The Pine Tree State of Maine
 

Lets go home BOYS

They don't need us anymore 

They need us somewhere else

We will have to go BOYS

Refrain:

So many days, so many nights

So many miles, we have to move on

Let's pack our gear and go

We will have to go BOYS
 

We shed our tears, and gave all

our strength

Lets follow the orders

This is our command, we

have to move on BOYS
 

Yes SIR we will follow your orders 

Yes SIR, we will pack and go

Yes SIR, we will follow our COMMANDER

We have to go Boys

Refrain:

Glory, Glory Alleluia

Glory, Glory Alleluia

Glory, Glory Alleluia 

The Pine Tree State Of Maine.
 

Composed by: 

Ida Roy

Van Buren, Maine 
 

June 7. 1991

 


 
 

THE OTHER DREAM OF MY MOTHER

This dream of my mother, that I had last summer,

I remember like it was only yesterday,

She was wearing a long ankle grey dress,

Her dress was very straight,

She seemed like she was living in a convent,

she was waiting for me, like that she knew that I was going there.

The way it happened..... I got in a truck with Sylvio,

he was driving so bad,

The truck started to go backward, then foreword,

I didn't like the way he was driving, I was scared, I wanted to get off.

With the truck, he came to a ramp, it had green rug,

there was a railing on one side, so we would not fall down below,

He left the truck somewhere, I don't know where.

And we didn't see the truck after that,

and then we were both on foot, not talking to each other,

We were heading in the same direction.

The ramp was joined to a big building, it looked like it was a convent.

After the ramp there was a stair, but we didn't go very far.

At the foot of the stair, my mother was waiting for me and Sylvio.

She looked like that she was living there,

At the foot of the stair, she looked at me like she was living there,

I wasn't looking for anything, I just happened to be there.

Then I said to my mother, I wanted to go back with Sylvio,

I turned and he wasn't there anymore.

As I was looking down below the ramp and the stair,

I saw an animal at that time, it looked like it was a big lion or a bear.

I know if I would have talked to it, they would have come running after me.

Just then my mother came toward me and passed me and she was running so
fast,

she looked at me and wasn't talking, it looked like she wanted to

tell me, follow me! She didn't lose time, she was running so fast.

I started to run too, on the ramp behind her, but she was far ahead of me,

like she didn't want me too cling to her.

A tunnel was joined at the ram, I was scared and also

my mother seemed to be scared, it was dark at the end of the tunnel,

I could see a clearing at the end, she ran outside and brought me to a

lighted green field,

There was Sylvio, Brenda and my sister Irene,

They were picking strawberries.

Just as I turned tell my mother, THANK YOU,

She was gone back in the tunnel.

I woke up, but I felt so happy that I saw my mother one more time,

there in my bed, remembering my dream, it felt good to see her just

like I was awake..
 
 

"Now I heard many of stories about going in a tunnel, people

say that when a person comes near death we go in a tunnel,

and then if we come out of it, they say it means

that we are not ready. We come back!"

Composed by Ida Bourgoin Roy in 1998
 

 

  

 "TON NOM"

Tu droit etre fier de moi!
Cetais pas dur
Ton  esprit etais pres de moi
J'amais je pensait autrement

Je sais que tu avais envoyer
Quelq'un pour prendre ta place
J'etais forte, pour tenir une chose qui
etais si chere pour moi
"TON NOM"

Je croiz j'ai faite qeulque chose de bien
Je laisse quelqu'un libre
Et tu etait  tousjours la
Croix moi je t'aimais,j'ai gardez
"'TON NOM"

Trent-ans est bien longtemps
Mais jai les faite, tu doit etre heureux
Quand tu t'en allait loin.
Je sais que tu vouslait t'en revenir

Tu nous a laissee seul
Mais cetait la Volonte de Dieu 
Je savais ou tu allait
J'ai gardez,
"TON NOM"

Sa doit avoir etre dur
Pour toi nous dire a'urevoir;
Les larmes coulait de nos yeux 
Mais j'ai gardez
"TON NOM"

C'ette poesie a ete faite pour le treppasser 
De mon mari trente-ans passer
C'ette poesie a ete tribut pour lui.

Composser par Ida Bourgoin Roy
De Van Buren, Maine
Le 19 de Novembre, 1999
 
 

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