And he swore an oath, it was round and long, to protect this land for France,
By hook and crook, by sword and book, by pike and silvery lance.
“La Salle! La Salle! O brave La Salle!”
Sang the bird on the waving branch,
“La Salle! La Salle! O good La Salle!
You’re a soldier true and staunch.
O take this land, with its silvery sand, for the King and Queen you serve;
And bring us peace; make the redskins cease,
From warfare make them swerve.”