Oor fader lef' ole France behin', dat's
many year ago,
An' how we get along since den, wall! ev'ry
body know,
Few t'ousan' firse class familee was only come
dat tam,
An' now we got pure Canayens; t'ee million
peop' bedamme!
Dat's purty smart beez-neese, I t'ink we done
on Canadaw,
An' we don't mak' no grande hooraw, but do
it tranquillement
So if we're braggin' now an' den, we mus' be
excuzay,
For no wan's never see before de record bus'
dat way.
An' w'y should we be feel ashame, 'cos we
have boy an' girl?
No matter who was come along, we'll match
agen de worl';
Wit plaintee boy lak w'at we got no danger
be afraid,
An' all de girl she look too nice for never come
ole maid.
If we have only small cor-nere de sam' we
have before
W'en ole Champlain an' Jacques Cartier firse
jomp upon de shore
Dere's no use hurry den at all, but now you
understan'
We got to whoop it up, ba gosh! for occupy
de lan'!
W'at's use de million acre, w'at's use de belle
riviere,
An' t'ing lak dat if we don't have somebody
leevin' dere?
W'at's mak' de worl' look out for us, an' kip
de nation free
Unless we're raison' all de tam some fine large
familee?
Don't seem long we buil' dat road, Chemin
de Pacifique,
Tak' honder dollar pass on dere, an' nearly two
t'ree week,
Den look dat place it freeze so hard, on w'at
you call Klon-dak,
Wall! if we have to fill dem up, we got some
large contrac'!
Of course we're not doin' bad jus' now; so
ev'rybody say,
But we dunno de half we got on Canadaw to-
day,
An' still she's comin' beeger, an' never mak'
no fuss,
So if we don't look out, firse t'ing, she'll get
ahead of us.
De more I t'ink, de more I'm scare, de way
she grow so fas',
An' worse of all it's hard to say how long de
boom'll las'
But if she don't go slower an' ease up leetle
bit,
Bimeby de Canayens will be some dead bird on
de pit.
Den ev'ry body hip hooraw! an' sen' de
familee
Along de reever, t'roo de wood, an' on de
grande prairie,
Dat's only way I'm t'inkin arrange de w'ole
affaire
An' mebbe affer wíle dere won't be too moche
lan' for spare.