Oh! la! la! de win' blow too.

He know very well it 's true.

 But here 's de boat, an' we 're all afloat A honder an' fifty ton— An' look at de lot of man we got, No better beneat' de sun— Provision, too, for all de crew An' pries' for to say de prayer, So mes chers amis, dey can easy see De vessel mus' pass somew'ere. 

A honder an' fifty ton—

No better beneat' de sun—

An' pries' for to say de prayer,

De vessel mus' pass somew'ere.

 If I only know de way to go For findin' some new an' pleasan' lan'," But jus' as he spik, he turn roun' quick, An' dere on de front, sir, stan' de Man. "You was callin' me, I believe," says he, As brave as a lion—"Tiens! W'en we reach de sea, an' de ship is free, You can talk wit' Samuel de Champlain." [2] 

For findin' some new an' pleasan' lan',"

An' dere on de front, sir, stan' de Man.

As brave as a lion—"Tiens!

You can talk wit' Samuel de Champlain." [2]

 Wan look on hees eye an' he know for w'y Young Samuel spik no more, So he shake hees han', an' say, "Young man, Too bad you don't come before; But now you are here, we 'll geev' t'ree cheer, An' away w'erever you want to go— For I lak your look an' swear on de Book You 'll fin' de good frien' on Pierre de Monts." 

Young Samuel spik no more,

Too bad you don't come before;

An' away w'erever you want to go—

You 'll fin' de good frien' on Pierre de Monts."

 So de sail 's set tight, an' de win' is right, For it 's blowin' dem to de wes'— An' dey say deir prayer, for God knows w'ere De anchor will come to res'— Adieu to de shore dey may see no more— Good-bye to de song an' dance— De girl dey love, an' de star above Kipin' watch on de lan' of France. 

For it 's blowin' dem to de wes'—

De anchor will come to res'—

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