THE YOUNG VOYAGEUR
The Young Voyageur
1. From the wilds of the North
Comes a young voyageur,
With his boyant canoe
Well laden with fur
Gladsome and free,
Little cares he
For there’s joy in the heart
Of the young voyageur.
2. There’s a song on the lips,
Of the young voyageur,
And his voice, sounding far,
Sets the forest astir.
Gladsome and free,
Little cares he
For there’s joy in the heart
Of the young voyageur.
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