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They all come from le vieux pays, Europeans one and all

They come from far, they come from wide

searching for a place to hide.

Some stayed and rode and roamed the plains,

others to the swamp, they ran.

We call them wild or sauvage,

blood brothers we are all.

 

(Chorus)

This is a cajunmétis song

My brothers won't you please sing along

No matter what your color, creed

or if your hair is long.

They hung Riel, they'll hang us too,

if we all don't get along

This is a cajunmétis song.

 

Down in the bayou, when you hear that cajun call,

It just might be a creole maiden or Indian brave qui pleure.

The Cajuns dance and eat with spice,

Métis dance a Red River song,

Quand Manitou made us all,

He wanted us to danse ensemble.

(Chorus)

 

Crystal Plamondon - SOCAN © Avenir Publishing