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The Winter Camp
(singalong to the music)

(For those who can't handle the french lyrics here is an english version)


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When the winter comes at last
And the river freezes fast,
Out into the woods we go,
To live for months there in the snow

Away we go to the winter camp!
Away we go to the winter camp!

Wretched man, what lies ahead?
On the ground you'll make your bed.
In the rain or in the snow,
Cold hard work is all you'll know.

Away we go to the winter camp!
Away we go to the winter camp!

When you reach Quebec next spring
Aching bones are all you'll bring
First to see the boss you head,
Ask for cash to buy your bread.

Away we go to the winter camp!
Away we go to the winter camp!

When you ask him to be paid
For the days that you have slaved,
If he tells you he is broke,
You won't laugh much at his joke.

Away we go to the winter camp!
Away we go to the winter camp!

Then your family with great joy
Welcome home their shanty-boy
Father greets you at the gate,
Mother piles food on your plate.

Away we go to the winter camp!
Away we go to the winter camp!

When they welcome you with cheer
You will say both loud and clear,
'To the devil with the shack!
Never more will I go back!'

No more we'll go to the winter camp!
No more we'll go to the winter camp!

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