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The Ballad of Bordeaux Jail (A.-M. Fauteux 1965) update on Lucien Rivard.

Posted in Uncategorized by ruthanzo on April 12, 2008

I guess by now everybody knows (at least in Québec) that there’s a new film in the works about Lucien Rivard (prison wall-flower) starring Rémy Girard and directed by Charles Binamé. Fabienne Larouche did the screenplay. Turns out Lucien Rivard wasn’t just a “small-time local crook.” He had ties to the French Connection, the New Orleans mob, owned a club in Havana..and Jack Ruby once had to bail him out of a Cuban jail. He was a real Canadian hero I mean heroin provider. The plot sickens..We were much more innocent back then. I found this long-lost poem written by my cousin Anne-Marie Fauteux (in the best tradition of William Henry Drummond) on a website dedicated to Québec superstar Roy Dupuis.

Anne-Marie Fauteux (1965)

The warden sat at sundown,
A busy day was o’er,
He’d just lit up a fat cigar,
When a knock came at the door.

“Entrez, entrez !” the warden cried,
“La porte she is ajar !”
And who walked in, to his surprise,
But Big-Wheel, Lou Rivard !

“How come, Big-Wheel, you promenade,
It’s curfew-time, n’est-ce pas ?
I warning you to prenez-garde,
Before you break the law !”

“Pardonnez-moi mon capitane,
I did not stop to think,
But with your kind permission,
I would like to hose the rink.”

“To hose the rink ? Why sacre-bleu,
You must be wan big fool !
The rink my friend she’s beaucoup d’eau,
Like outdoor swimming pool !”

Now Rivard, like the quick brown fox,
Who must outwit the hound,
He senses with his gambler’s ken,
That he is gaining ground.

“It’s true Monsieur that ce matin,
The rink was soft like slop,
Regardez – since après-midi,
The temperature go plop !”

“C’est vrai, fait chaud from where you sit,
Across the great divide,
But where I stand I feel a draft,
Bébé it’s cold outside !”

“Eh bien, voilà, go get the hose,
Permission you obtain,
Like my new boss, Claude Wagner say,
We must be more humane.”

“Merci Monsieur, au revoir, adieu,
Light up your cold cigar,
I will not bother you again,
Exit Lucien Rivard ! !”

“Exit ! Exit !” the warden muse,
“He make the big joke, no ?
Quelle difference, he safe behind
The walls of old Bordeaux !”

One hour she pass, the warden doze,
Then bingo, tout de suite,
The sirens wail, the guards aussi,
There’s panic in the street ! !

The warden freeze – like paralyze,
The joke he get trop tard,
“Certainement, mon dieu, c’est ça,
The hose – the rink – Rivard ! ! ! ”

Trop tard ! He stagger to his feet,
No need to ask pourquoi,
“Certainement – mon dieu – c’est ça,
Lucien Rivard s’en va ! !”

He cry, Monsieur the warden,
Enfin he see it all,
Big hose not for the rink by gar,
Big hose for over wall ! !

He grind his teeth, he pull his hairs,
He’ll never smile again,
As he implore, encore, — encore —


The search goes on relentless,
Through valley, hill and dell,
They seek him here, they seek him there,
That Gallic Pimpernel.

For years to come in Crooksville,
They’ll tell the epic tale,
How Rivard left his footprints,
On the walls of Bordeaux Jail.


4 Responses

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  1. Ed Butts said, on April 26, 2013 at 9:18 am

    I would like to talk to you about the poem The Ballad of Bordeaux Jail, which was posted on your website a few years ago. Please call or email.
    Ed Butts
    Guelph, ON
    519 780-0863

  2. Sarge3012 said, on June 2, 2013 at 6:01 pm

    Rivard was sent the heroin that was stolen out of the NYPD property room that was seized in the French Connection. Vince Papa set the operation up. Don’t ask me how I know this.

    • Sarge3012 said, on June 2, 2013 at 6:06 pm

      Came from a good source.

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