Johnnie Courteau of de mountain Johnnie Courteau of de hill Dat was de boy can shoot de gun Dat was de boy can jomp an' run An'it's not very often you ketch heem still Johnnie Courteau ! ...
De cloud is hide de moon, but dere's plain-tee light above, Steady Johnnie, steady,kip your head down low, Move de paddle leetle quicker, an' de ole canoe we'll shove T'roo de water nice an' quiet...
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild....
I read on de paper mos' ev'ry day, all about Jubilee An' grande procession movin' along, an' passin' across de sea, Dat's chil'ren of Queen Victoriaw comin' from far away...
Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas', An' de log we cut las' winter is takin' it all de room; So boss of de gang is swearin', for not'ing at all can pass...
On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre, De win' she blow, blow, blow, An' de crew of de wood scow "Julie Plante" Got scar't an' run below For de win' she blow lak hurricane, Bimeby she blow some more,...