Dans les chantiers, nous hivernerons

Here comes winter
The rivers are frozen
It's time to go to the woods
Eat some bacon and peas
In the logging camps, we will winter (repeat)

Poor traveler! You're having a hard time
Often sleeping on the ground
In the rain, in bad weather
In the harshness of all times

When you arrive in Quebec
Often you give a big kiss
You go see your boss
Who's sitting there at his counter

I would like to be paid
For the time I've given
Your boss is bankrupt
And sends you away to eat crusts

When you return to your father's house
Also to see your mother
The old man is at the door
And the good woman is cooking

'Hello! So, my dear child
Did you bring a lot of money?'
'May the devil take the logging camps
Never in my life will I go back there.'