De win' is sleepin' in de pine, but O! de night is black!
An' all day long de loon bird cry on Lac Waya- gamack-No light is shinin' by de shore for helpin' steer heem t'rooW'en out upon de night,
Ubalde he tak' de red canoe.
I hear de paddle dip, dip, dip! wance more I hear de loon-I feel de breeze was show de way for storm dat 's comin' soon,
An' den de sky fly open wit' de lightning splittin' t'roo-An' 'way beyon' de point I see de leetle red canoe.
It 's dark again, but lissen how across Waya-
De tonder 's roarin' loud, an' now de mount- ains answer back-I wonder wit' de noise lak dat, he hear me, le bon DieuW'en on ma knee I ax Heem save de leetle red canoe!
Is dat a voice, so far away, it die upon ma hear?
Or only win' was foolin' me, an' w'isperin' "Belzemire?"Yaas, yaas,
Ubalde, your Belzemire she 's prayin' hard for you-An' den again de lightning come, but w'ere 's de red canoe?
Dey say I 'm mad, dem foolish folk, cos w'en de night is
An' w'en de wave lak snow-dreef come on Lac WayagamackI tak' de place w'ere long ago we use to sit, us two,
An' wait until de lightning bring de leetle red canoe.
