Nov. 17, 2023Print | PDF
Come in two legged beings
Come in all people
There is good life here
Un Canadien errant
A wandering Canadian, banished from his home,
Passed weeping through foreign countries.
One day, sad and pensive, sitting on the banks of a river,
To the fleeting current he addressed these words:
“If you see my country, my unhappy country,
Go, say to my friends that I remember them.
Oh, days so full of charms, you have disappeared,
And my country, alas! I shall never see again.
No; but, as I expire, O my dear Canada,
My dying look will turn towards you.”
J’entends le moulin
I hear the millwheel (tique tique taque)
My father is having a house built.
It’s being built with three gables.
There are three carpenters building it.
The youngest is my darling.
What do you have in your apron?
It’s a pie made of three pigeons.
Let’s sit down and eat it.
While sitting down they all leapt up,
Causing the sea and fish to tremble,
and the stones on the bottom of the sea.