Good-bye to de song an' dance—

Kipin' watch on de lan' of France.

 Den it 's "Come below, M'sieu Pierre de Monts," Champlain he say to de capitaine— "An' I 'll tell to you, w'at I t'ink is true Dough purty hard, too, for understan'— I dream a dream an' it alway seem Dat God hese'f he was say to me— 'Rise up, young man, de quick you can An' sail your ship on de western sea. 

Champlain he say to de capitaine—

Dough purty hard, too, for understan'—

Dat God hese'f he was say to me—

An' sail your ship on de western sea.

 "'De way may be long, an' de win' be strong, An' wave sweep over de leetle boat— But never you min', an' you 're sure to fin', If you trus' in me, you will kip afloat.' An' I tak' dat ship, an' I mak' de trip All on de dream I was tellin' you— An' oh! if you see w'at appear to me, I wonder w'at you was a-t'inkin' too? 

An' wave sweep over de leetle boat—

If you trus' in me, you will kip afloat.'

All on de dream I was tellin' you—

I wonder w'at you was a-t'inkin' too?

 "I come on de lan' w'ere dere 's no w'ite man— I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green— An' de air is clear as de new-born year, An' of all I was see, dis lan's de Queen— So I 'm satisfy if we only try An' fin' if dere 's anyt'ing on ma dream, An' I 'll show de way," Champlain is say— Den Pierre de Monts he is answer heem, 

I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green—

An' of all I was see, dis lan's de Queen—

An' fin' if dere 's anyt'ing on ma dream,

Den Pierre de Monts he is answer heem,

 "All right, young man, do de bes' you can— So long you don't bring me near Kebeck— Or Trois Rivières, not moche I care, An' I hope your dream's comin' out correc'." So de brave Champlain he was say, "Tres bien," An' soon he was boss of de ship an' crew An' pile on de sail, wedder calm or gale— Oh! dat is de feller know w'at to do. 

So long you don't bring me near Kebeck—

An' I hope your dream's comin' out correc'."

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