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William Henry Drummond - The Voyageur
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Dere`s somet`ing stirrin` ma blood tonight,
    On de night of de young new year,
  Wile de camp is warm an` de fire is bright,
    An` de bottle is close at han`--
  Out on de reever de nort` win` blow,
  Down on de valley is pile de snow,
  But w`at do we care so long we know
    We’re safe on de log cabane?

  Drink to de healt` of your wife an` girl,
    Anoder wan for your frien`,
  Den geev` me a chance, for on all de worl`
    I’ve not many frien` to spare--
  I’m born, w`ere de mountain scrape de sky,
  An` bone of ma fader an` moder lie,
  So I fill de glass an` I raise it high
    An` drink to de Voyageur.

  For dis is de night of de jour de l`an,
    W`en de man of de Grand Nor` Wes`
  T`ink of hees home on de St. Laurent,
    An` frien` he may never see--
  Gone he is now, an` de beeg canoe
  No more you’ll see wit` de red-shirt crew,
  But long as he leev` he was alway true,
    So we’ll drink to hees memory.

  Ax` heem de nort` win` w`at he see
    Of de Voyageur long ago,
  An` he’ll say to you w`at he say to me,
    So lissen hees story well--
  "I see de track of hees botte sau-vage
  On many a hill an` long portage
  Far far away from hees own vill-age
    An` soun` of de parish bell--

  "I never can play on de Hudson Bay
    Or mountain dat lie between
  But I meet heem singin` hees lonely way
    De happies` man I know--
  I cool hees face as he’s sleepin` dere
  Under de star of de Red Rivière,
  An` off on de home of de great w`ite bear,
    I’m seein` hees dog traineau.

  "De woman an` chil`ren`s runnin` out
    On de wigwam of de Cree--
  De leetle papoose dey laugh an` shout
    W`en de soun` of hees voice dey hear--
  De oldes` warrior of de Sioux
  Kill hese`f dancin` de w`ole night t`roo,
  An de Blackfoot girl remember too
    De ole tam Voyageur.

  "De blaze of hees camp on de snow I see,
    An` I lissen hees `En Roulant`
  On de lan` w`ere de reindeer travel free,
    Ringin` out strong an` clear--
  Offen de grey wolf sit before
  De light is come from hees open door,
  An` caribou foller along de shore
    De song of de Voyageur.

  "If he only kip goin`, de red ceinture,
    I`d see it upon de Pole
  Some mornin` I’m startin` upon de tour
    For blowin` de worl` aroun`--
  But w`erever he sail an` w`erever he ride,
  De trail is long an` de trail is wide,
  An` city an` town on ev`ry side
    Can tell of hees campin` groun`."

  So dat`s `de reason I drink to-night
    To de man of de Grand Nor` Wes`,
  For hees heart was young, an` hees heart was light
    So long as he’s leevin` dere--
  I’m proud of de sam` blood in my vein
  I’m a son of de Nort` Win` wance again--
  So we’ll fill her up till de bottle`s drain
    An` drink to de Voyageur.
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