Canadian Voyageurs on the Nile by James McIntyre

The British soldiers on the Nile / With gratitude did kindly smile, / On the Canadian voyageurs / Who skilfully did ply their oars.

And they invoked their benison / On boatsmen led by Denison, / Neither the rapids nor the falls / Along the Nile these braves appals.

For in such toils they did partake, / On each native stream and lake, / Thoughts of their homes in visions throng, / While singing Canadian boat song.

And they all hoped again to see / The glorious land of maple tree, / From their memories they never / Forgot the land of lake and river.

While up the Nile they do advance / They dream about their own St. Lawrence, / And Manitoba's streams and lakes, / Pleasant reflections oft awakes.

And thus each day they cheerful toil, / Ascending of old Father Nile, / Whose waters fertilize the soil, / And is the home of crocodile.

Wolseley he had exhibition / In Red River expedition, / How these voyageurs could steer, / Or with the axe a roadway clear.

Those who speak the tongue of France, / From the banks of the St. Lawrence, / At call to arms quick advance, / With rifle, bayonet and lance.