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The Song of the "Metis" Trapper |
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Hurrah for the fire and cold!
As we lie in the robes all night. And list to the howl of the wolf;
For we emptied the pot of the tea so hot, And a king on his throne might envy our lot,—
Hurrah for the fire and cold! Hurrah!
Hurrah for our black-haired girls,
Who brave the storms of the mountain heights And follow us on the great white way;
For their eyes so bright light the way all right And guide us to shelter and warmth each night.
Hurrah for our black-haired girls! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! |
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