|: Un Canadien errant,    Banni de ses foyers, :| |: Parcourait en pleurant    Des pays étrangers. :| |: Un jour, triste et pensif,    Assis au bord des flots, :| |: Au courant fugitif    Il adressa ces mots: :| |: "Si tu vois mon pays,    Mon pays malheureux, :| |: Va, dis à mes amis    Que je me souviens d'eux. :| |: "O jours si pleins d'appas    Vous êtes disparus, :| |: Et ma patrie, hélas!    Je ne la verrai plus! :| |: "Non, mais en expirant,    O mon cher Canada! :| |: Mon regard languissant    Vers toi se portera . . ." :|

Once a Canadian lad, Exiled from hearth and home, Wandered, alone and sad, Through alien lands unknown. Down by a rushing stream, Thoughful and sad one day, He watched the water pass And to it he did say: "If you should reach my land, My most unhappy land, Please speak to all my friends So they will understand. Tell them how much I wish That I could be once more In my beloved land That I will see no more. "My own beloved land I'll not forget till death, And I will speak of her With my last dying breath. My own beloved land I'll not forget till death, And I will speak of her With my last dying breath."

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