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She is good, frank, and such
That the lover from our land
Courts and loves only her.
And, truly, she is the fairest,
With her pretty gentle eyes.
Beauty of naive idyll,
She has the look, the rosy complexion,
Of that first vivid flower,
Which, despite the frost, early,
Blooms beneath a cold sun.
Apart from that fine grace,
Pure charms, fresh charms,
Feminine loveliness
That nature draws,
I know rarer traits in her.
Beloved compatriot,
Where I see you and hear you,
Where you laugh, there is the homeland,
Reviving, blooming anew,
In a ray of spring.
Your smile intoxicates us;
Your courage is our hope;
The divine happiness of living,
We find it in following you
Along the path of duty.
Saint-Jean-Baptiste calls
To nationhood.
Come, my dear, make yourself beautiful;
In the solemn feast,
Come walk by my side.
Come!… and wear, so that it may be said,
A speaking cockade, around
Your countrywoman’s hat,
The leaf that symbolizes
Patriotic love!
First among the first,
Take your place in our ranks.
Proud above the proudest,
French, of our banners,
Hold the ribbons firm and high!
Hail, distant princess,
Lady of the old lilies!
Sovereign high dame
Of that clear fountain
Shaded by the pretty woods!
The sons no longer love the land;
O patroness, teach them
The austere patriotism,
The good and salutary work,
That makes one solid and better.
Great Christian, humble saint,
Who, divinely strong,
Climbs to Calvary, and, without complaint,
Suffers and dies, drunk with absinthe,
On your cross of devotion!
Oh! what glory is yours!
You represent, to me,
The pure ancient race.
Little Canadian girl,
France, in our hearts, is you.
Charles-Nérée Beauchemin
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