Fille Du Roy

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
 No, not meant for a sailor like me
 Nineteen young women asleep in their bunks
 But one on the deck here with me
 She's watching the stars with the wind in her hair
 She tells me her name is Marie
 No stranger to laughter, no stranger to joy
 With a spirit as wild as the sea
 Oh, she'll make a man happy in distant Quebec
 But he won't be a sailor like me
 No, he won't be a sailor like me
 Thirty long days to the broad Saint-Laurent
 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 beam
 All the boys love her and everyone jokes
 That her smiles carry more than I see
 I don't know what she wants in la ville de Quebec
 But she can't want a sailor like me
 No, she can't want a sailor like me
 But I've borrowed a ring from my friend 'Ti-Robert
 And the boys have all left us alone
 I've asked what she'd think of a life in the town
 And a husband who's not always home
 And she's laughed and she's kissed me
 And told me that love is more precious than land on la rive
 Thank God that she chose to come out to Quebec
 And she wanted a sailor like me
 Oh, she wanted a sailor like me
 Merci Dieu qu'on arrive à la ville de Quebec:
 Comme Marie et son marin mari
 Belle Marie et son marin mari.