Henri Leblanc

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Henri Leblanc

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Well, I go by the name of Henri LeBlanc And trapping is my trade Now, my daddy was French and my momma was a squaw; I was born in the hem-lock shade Forty-four years in the northern woods From Quebec to Hudson's Bay Forty-four years in the northern woods Where the bear and the bea-ver stay Well, it ain't very warm in November's storms; Still, it's off to the traps I'll go And the whistle of the jay in the trees on the way Breaks the hush of the fall-ing snow From my piney log shack with my traps on my back To the hills of evergreen The music that I know is the north wind?s blow And the cry of the wolve-rine When it's early in the spring and the high geese sing Heading up to the northern Grounds When it's early in the spring and the river breaks up With a moaning, groan-ing sound Then it's off on the road with my furs in a load For the ladies around the town Well, they'll look very nice for a very fine price And be warm when the wind blows down And my life goes along like a song and a river Flowing down along the way Through the months and the years and the smiles and the tears I find a friend in every day Je suis connu par le nom LeBlanc Et je suis un trappeur Fils de francais, ma m�re �tait indienne Je suis n� sous les �pinettes Quarante-quatre ans dans les bois du nord De Qu�bec jusqu'� d?Hudson Quarante-quatre ans dans les bois du nord O� se trouve le grand �lan Forty-four years in the northern woods From Quebec to Hudson's Bay Forty-four years in the northern woods Where the bear and the bea-ver stay

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  • Bill Staines