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But theiv can hv no iloulil about the intense longing- in this pathetic 



a|.i)eal : ''' 



Amant, que jt'ai done- fait 

 Qui puiss' tant te déplaire ? 

 Est-c'que jt'ai pas aimé 

 Comm' tu l'as mérité i 

 Je t'ai aimé, je t'aime, 

 Je t'aimerai toujours. 

 Po>ir toi mon cd'ur soupire 

 Toujours. 



Norean we (U)uht that '• A^ersailles. Varis et 8t. Denis," '^- wouhl willingly 

 be given in ransom for the prisoner of war in Holland, if his mistress had 

 them to give. And we have only to tnrn to Le Pommier Doux^^ to 

 tind. in the '• Trois tilles d'un prince."' the very enibodiinent of unchang- 

 ing love. 



X. 



8oN<is OF THE Voyageurs. 



The Voyageur, like all other workers, takes whatever comes to his 



liand. and is always equally irady. either to sing a spinning-chorus, like 



Je le mène bien mon de i-ùJol' .'"''* or to make up a canoeing variant of Jiis 



own. like 



Fringue, fringue sur la rivière. 

 Fringue, fringue sur l'aviron,"'-'' 



whicli is an adaptation of Va, va, va,2jtlt bonnet, grand bonnet}^' But the 

 most interesting songs in his rejiertory are naturally those connected 

 with his own mode of life. Love. war. religion and the hardships of his 

 calling are their principal themes ; and it is especially noteworthy how 

 mudi the religious tone is deepened by the sense of ever-present danger 

 — the voyageur at work, like the soldier on active service, being a 

 living proof that godliness is commojier in the field than in barracks. 

 Cadieux's song}^' Le Chantier d'Abacis,^^^ the Christian Voyageur '^''''^ and 

 Pierriche Falcon's Songs of the "Bois-Brûlés." ^'^ already mentioned in 

 connection with war and religion, are all true Voyageur songs. We are 

 indebted to Dr. Larue ^'' for several other specimens of this class. Voici 

 /'hiver arrivé^'- has admii-able local colour : the free-and-easy shanty- 

 man, paid on tlic alioiiiiiialilc truck system, 



. . . . travail ben tout rhiver ; 

 Au printemps on se trouve clair ! 



And so he sings with hearty good will — 



Que I'diable eniport" les chantiers ; 



but, for all that, he goes back to them again the following year. A 

 Bytown c'est un' jolt place ''^ is a song of parting — 



Nous n'irons plus voir nos blondes ; 



