You 'member de ole log-camp, Johnnie, up on de Cheval Gris, W'ere we work so hard all winter, long ago you an' me? Dere was fourteen man on de gang, den, all from our own paroisse,...
Bon jour, M'sieu', you want to know 'Bout dat ole gun, w'at good she's for? W'y! Jean Bateese Bruneau, mon pere, Fight wit' dat gun on Pap'neau War!...
Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move? Is this the justice which on earth we find? Is this that firm decree which all doth bind? Are these your influences, Powers above?...
Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone, Right on de mountain top, But cloud sweepin' by, will fin' tam to stop No matter how quickly he want to go, So he'll kiss leetle Grenier down below. ...
To the hut of the peasant, or lordly hall, To the heart of the king, or humblest thrall, Sooner or late, love comes to all, And it came to the Grand Seigneur, my dear, It came to the Grand Seigneur. ...