This is the song of Champlain!
WHISKEY JACK
(Canadian Blue Jay)
I was the first to see the redskin, I was the first to view Champlain;
Flitting in the hemlock branches, I fly South, then North again;
Up among the gray brown mountains, down amidst the soggy waste,
I am ever on the lookout, never worry, never haste.
Yes, I’m called old Whiskey Jack, gray and black, along my back,
Beady eye and slender tail, I can spy out any trail.