n de lan' of France.

Den it 's "Come below, M'sieu Pierre de Monts,"
Champlain he say to de capitaine--
"An' I 'll tell to you, w'at I t'ink is true
Dough purty hard, too, for understan'--
I dream a dream an' it alway seem
Dat God hese'f he was say to me--
'Rise up, young man, de quick you can
An' sail your ship on de western sea.

"'De way may be long, an' de win' be strong,
An' wave sweep over de leetle boat--
But never you min', an' you 're sure to fin',
If you trus' in me, you will kip afloat.'
An' I tak' dat ship, an' I mak' de trip
All on de dream I was tellin' you--
An' oh! if you see w'at appear to me,
I wonder w'at you was a-t'inkin' too?

"I come on de lan' w'ere dere 's no w'ite man--
I come on de shore w'ere de grass is green--
An' de air is clear as de new-born year,
An' of all I was see, dis lan's de Queen--
So I 'm satisfy if we only try
An' fin' if dere 's anyt'ing on ma dream,
An' I 'll show de way," Champlain is say--
Den Pierre de Monts he is answer heem,

"All right, young man, do de bes' you can--
So long you don't bring me near Kebeck--
Or Trois Rivieres, not moche I care,
An' I hope your dream's comin' out correc'."
So de brave Champlain he was say, "Tres bien,"
An' soon he was boss of de ship an' crew
An' pile on de sail, wedder calm or gale--
Oh! dat is de feller know w'at to do.

Don't I see heem dere wit' hees long black hair
On de win' blowin' out behin'--
Watchin' de ship as she rise an' dip,
An' always follerin' out de Sign?
An' day affer day I can hear heem say
To de sailor man lonesome for home an' frien',
"Cheer up, mes amis, for soon you will see
De lan' risin' up on de oder en'."

Wall! de tam go by, an' still dey cry
"Oh! bring us back for de familee's sake."
Even Pierre de Monts fin' it leetle slow
An' t'ink mebbe somebody mak' mistake--
But he don't geev' in for he 's boun' to win'--
De young Champlain--an' hees heart grow strong
W'en de voice he hear say, "Never fear;
You won't have to suffer for very long."

Alone on de bow I can see heem now
Wan mornin' in May w'en de sun was rise--
Smellin' de air lak a bloodhoun', dere--
An' de light of de Heaven shine on hees eyes.
A minute or more he is wait before
He tak' off de hat an' raise hees han'--
Den down on de knee, sayin', "Dieu merci!"
He