Home again! home again! bend to the oar!
Merry is the life of the gay _voyageur._
He rides on the river with his paddle in his hand,
And his boat is his shelter on the water and the land.
The clam has his shell and the water-turtle too,
But the brave boatman's shell is his birch-bark canoe.
So pull away, boatmen; bend to the oar;
Merry is the life of the gay _voyageur._
Home again! home again! bend to the oar!
Merry is the life of the gay _voyageur_,
His couch is as downy as a couch can be,
For he sleeps on the feathers of the green fir-tree.
He dines on the fat of the pemmican-sack,
And his _eau de vie_ is the _eau de lac_.
So pull away, boatmen; bend to the oar;
Merry is the life of the gay _voyageur_.
Home again! home again! bend to the oar!
Merry is the life of the gay _voyageur_.
The brave, jolly boatman,--he never is afraid
When he meets at the portage a red, forest maid,
A Huron, or a Cree, or a blooming Chippeway;
And he marks his trail with the _bois brules_[AU]
So pull away, boatmen; bend to the oar;
Merry is the life of the gay _voyageur_.
Home again! home again! bend to the oar!
Merry is the life of the gay _voyageur_.
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