The Voyageur
Dere's somet'ing stirrin' ma blood tonight,On de night of de young new year,Wile de camp is warm an' de fire is bright,An' de bottle is close at han'—Out on de reever de nort' win' blow,Down on de valley is pile de snow,But w'at do we care so long we knowWe 're safe on de log cabane?
Drink to de healt' of your wife an' girl,Anoder wan for your frien',Den geev' me a chance, for on all de worl'I 've not many frien' to...
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