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We gather round all my children
We started from Ponchartrain three days ago
SanCrainte’s got a place on the Huron
Mmichilimac is the last outpost from there
Hudson Bay and the northern lights
Hey there Indian interpreter is setting traps a lonely life
But the beauty in the north is unmatched in civilization
With the Money Traders our there own Men
But they call us half breads we don’t fit in
The settlers are flooding the Ohio
I can see my days are numbered in this land
A hundred years have passed since our fathers
Indian interpreters ever one,
We go where no Man has gone
And we did it without a gun
We gather round all my children
We started from Ponchartrain three days ago
SanCrainte’s got a place on the Huron
Mmichilimac is the last outpost from there
Hudson Bay and the northern lights
Hey there Indian interpreter is setting traps a lonely life
But the beauty in the north is unmatched in civilization
With the Money Traders our there own Men
But they call us half breads we don’t fit in
The settlers are flooding the Ohio
I can see my days are numbered in this land
A hundred years have passed since our fathers
Indian interpreters ever one,
We go where no Man has gone
And we did it without a gun
SanCrainte’s got a place on the Huron
Mmichilimac is the last outpost from there
Hudson Bay and the northern lights
Hey there Indian interpreter is setting traps a lonely life
But the beauty in the north is unmatched in civilization
With the Money Traders our there own Men
But they call us half breads we don’t fit in
The settlers are flooding the Ohio
I can see my days are numbered in this land
A hundred years have passed since our fathers
Indian interpreters ever one,
We go where no Man has gone
And we did it without a gun
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