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2 When Spring at last has come to stay, 
The winds in our sails are gay. 
Now I shall see my country-side 
At Saint-Sulpice far away. 
There I shall greet my bride. 
Who is the loveliest maid. 
Who sings this plaintive song? 
’Tis a lad that is young, 
Far away from his home land, 
Singing it as he walks along, 
Chanting the gay refrain : 
Farewell, all you savage people! 
Farewell, you rocky shores! 
Farewell, all misery, all pain! 
