Les voyageurs de la Gatineau

We set off for a canoe trip on the Gatineau
More often on foot and the load on our backs
There, we thought of our young age that we had spent so badly
Running in the inns, spending our money

When we reached these shores, from lake to lake to the camp
It is here that we are destined to build, my dear children
To build a cabin what we call a camp
A camp but of spruce, round wood not square

Let everyone take their place, here is where we will sleep
We will sleep on the bed of branches that we will gather
Put branches a hundred times, but branches of fir
And to be more comfortable, the largest under the back

Ah! if I ever return to the country where I come from
I will make a man of myself and not a good-for-nothing
I will leave the cabin in these distant woods
I will take care of my wife without running into the camps
I will leave the cabin in these distant woods
I will take care of my wife without running into the camps