Uploaded September 2024 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago
Vocals & arrangement by Farya Faraji. This is a song written in 1842 by Antoine Guérin-Lajoie, a French Canadian writer, lawyer and poet who wrote this song in remembrance of the French Canadians who were exiled due to their assistance in the Patriotes Rebellion, where French Canadian insurgents arose against the English governing power.
French lyrics:
Un Canadien errant
Banni de ses foyers
Parcourait en pleurant
Des pays étrangers
Parcourait en pleurant
Des pays étrangers
Un jour, triste et pensif
Assis au bord des flots
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots
Si tu vois mon pays
Mon pays malheureux
Va dire à mes amis
Que je me souviens d'eux
Va dire à mes amis
Que je me souviens d'eux
Non mais en expirant,
Ô mon cher Canada,
Mon regard languissant,
Vers toi se portera.
English translation:
Once a Canadian lad, banished from his home,
Traveled, crying, through foreign lands.
A sad and thoughtful day, sitting at the edge of the waves.
To the fleeting current, he addresses these words:
If you see my country, my unhappy country.
Go tell my friends that I remember them.
As I expire, oh my dear Canada,
My languishing gaze shall turn to you.
Vocals & arrangement by Farya Faraji. This is a song written in 1842 by Antoine Guérin-Lajoie, a French Canadian writer, lawyer and poet who wrote this song in remembrance of the French Canadians who were exiled due to their assistance in the Patriotes Rebellion, where French Canadian insurgents arose against the English governing power.
French lyrics:
Un Canadien errant
Banni de ses foyers
Parcourait en pleurant
Des pays étrangers
Parcourait en pleurant
Des pays étrangers
Un jour, triste et pensif
Assis au bord des flots
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots
Au courant fugitif
Il adressa ces mots
Si tu vois mon pays
Mon pays malheureux
Va dire à mes amis
Que je me souviens d'eux
Va dire à mes amis
Que je me souviens d'eux
Non mais en expirant,
Ô mon cher Canada,
Mon regard languissant,
Vers toi se portera.
English translation:
Once a Canadian lad, banished from his home,
Traveled, crying, through foreign lands.
A sad and thoughtful day, sitting at the edge of the waves.
To the fleeting current, he addresses these words:
If you see my country, my unhappy country.
Go tell my friends that I remember them.
As I expire, oh my dear Canada,
My languishing gaze shall turn to you.
