D.—"Eh! Marie-sans-dent!"...
C.—"Marie-sans-dent! mi!—diabe-là derhò!"
D.—"Eh! Marie-sans-dent!"... etc.
The Devil at last descends to the main street, always singing the same song;—I follow the chorus to the Savanna, where the rout makes for the new bridge over the Roxelane, to mount the high streets of the old quarter of the Fort; and the chant changes as they cross over:—
DEVIL.—"Oti ouè diabe-là passé lariviè?" (Where did you see the Devil going over the river?) And all the boys repeat the words, falling into another rhythm with perfect regularity and ease:—"Oti ouè diabe-là passé lariviè?"
DEVIL.—"Oti ouè diabe?"...
CHORUS.—"Oti ouè diabe-là passé lariviè?"
D.—"Oti ouè diabe?"
C.—"Oti ouè diabe-là passé lariviè?"
D.—"Oti ouè diabe?"... etc.