My story is told. There’s no more to relate.
The Iroquois sent back the Father in state;
They feasted him daily as long as he’d tarry,
Then gave him more furs than he knew how to carry,
And safe in his bosom, thrice fortunate man,
He bore the back tooth of the blessed Saint Anne!
As for Little White Crow from that day to the end
Of his life he was known as the “Frenchman’s best friend”;
A friend of French missions he called himself, and he
Without any doubt was a friend of French brandy.