The Long Voyage By: Christopher Warren

When I was young, some days ago;

I dreamt about the days so long;

I saw the mighty ships so go;

I wished to join the awaited song;

But alas I stained too young;

A King’s commission I would need;

So waited I did for mine lung;

If a voyage I dreamt to lead;

For within my dreams I proclaim;

I felt the pride, Armada lead;

The Devil’s demons to be slain;

That they would follow, e’er I tread;

Some months later I soon would find;

From the safe deck of ship with glee;

With new land and people so kind;

We raised a cross upon our lee;

We settled there upon the shore:

The people helped, lest we splinter;

And tended our farms with great bore;

With knowledge we survived winter;

We traded beads for precious fur;

Established we did a trade post;

And paid a treated royal Sir;

But we pushed back to the Coast;

Acadia its name, we made;

While graves were made for the lost men;

Our muskets and arms forced are laid.

We sat on the bench the throne, Britain;

We still fought on through the great years;

Lest we forget how French we are;

And supported the greatest beers;

We fought the war and stopped, the bar;

So here I stand today to say;

That we need to keep the British at bay;