Twenty young women were there on the dock From an orphanage East of Paris Girls without fathers now King Louis' daughters Who'd chosen to cross the wide sea Nervous and hopeful, no strangers to toil They'll do well in the new lives they'll lead As honourable wives in a place called Quebec They're not meant for a sailor like me
Nineteen young women asleep in their bunks But one up on deck here with me She's watching the stars with the wind in hair And she tells me her name is Marie No stranger to laughter, no stranger to joy And a spirit as wild as the sea She'll make a man happy in distant Quebec But he won't be a sailor like me
Thirty long days from the broad (something in French) And the other girls scarce have been seen But Marie's gone and learned all the terms of the trade And her feet found the roll of the sea All the boys love her and everyone jokes That her smiles carry more than I've seen I don't know what she wants in la vil de Quebec But she can't want a sailor like me.
But I've borrowed a ring from my friend Tiroberre And the boys have all left us alone And I've asked what she'd think of a life in the town And a husband who's not always home Then she's laughed and she's kissed me And told me that love is more precious than land on la vil Thank God that she chose to go out to Quebec And she wanted a sailor like meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
