An' soon he was boss of de ship an' crew

Oh! dat is de feller know w'at to do.

 Don't I see heem dere wit' hees long black hair On de win' blowin' out behin'— Watchin' de ship as she rise an' dip, An' always follerin' out de Sign? An' day affer day I can hear heem say To de sailor man lonesome for home an' frien', "Cheer up, mes amis, for soon you will see De lan' risin' up on de oder en'." 

On de win' blowin' out behin'—

An' always follerin' out de Sign?

To de sailor man lonesome for home an' frien',

De lan' risin' up on de oder en'."

 Wall! de tam go by, an' still dey cry "Oh! bring us back for de familee's sake." Even Pierre de Monts fin' it leetle slow An' t'ink mebbe somebody mak' mistake— But he don't geev' in for he 's boun' to win'— De young Champlain—an' hees heart grow strong W'en de voice he hear say, "Never fear; You won't have to suffer for very long." 

"Oh! bring us back for de familee's sake."

An' t'ink mebbe somebody mak' mistake—

De young Champlain—an' hees heart grow strong

You won't have to suffer for very long."

 Alone on de bow I can see heem now Wan mornin' in May w'en de sun was rise— Smellin' de air lak a bloodhoun', dere— An' de light of de Heaven shine on hees eyes. A minute or more he is wait before He tak' off de hat an' raise hees han'— Den down on de knee, sayin', "Dieu merci!" He cross hese'f dere, an' I understan'— 

Wan mornin' in May w'en de sun was rise—

An' de light of de Heaven shine on hees eyes.

He tak' off de hat an' raise hees han'—

He cross hese'f dere, an' I understan'—

 "Ho! Ho! De Monts! are you down below, Sleepin' so soun' on de bed somew'ere? If you 're feelin' well, come up an' tell W'at kin' of a cloud you be seein' dere." Den every wan shout w'en de voice ring out Of de young Champlain on dat summer day, "Lan'! it is lan'!" cry de sailor man— You can hear dem holler ten mile away. 

Sleepin' so soun' on de bed somew'ere?

W'at kin' of a cloud you be seein' dere."

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