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Le Vent Du Nord
Maudite Moisson
Grand Pit
When grand Pit was born, he was the nicest baby of the village
He was the most delicate of the world,
he did not speak, but it was all
His father wanted him to become a notary, her mother a priest
His grandfather a dentist, his grandmother a garage mechanic
Grand Pit stayed on the soil to cultivate as his father did (bis)
In autumn he travelled by train, leaving for five or six months
He was going on the Côte-Nord, as lumberjack
It was flying to the left and to the right, fir and spruce threes
One mile walking the other with snowshoes,
nice weather as well as cold one
When Grand Pit was coming back,
he was the richest man of the Côte-Nord (bis)
When spring arrived, Grand Pit was coming
down from the lumberyard
Drunker, he was going to the hotel
He was getting drunk with beer and it played tunes
Days and weeks long, he was drinking until the last cent
He was becoming broken, then hitch-hiked to his father
Even if Grand Pit loved drinking, he was a good story teller
A joker and a dancer, also a good singer
He used to sing old songs, sometime sad
While singing he was dancing petticoat
When doing so, he was forgetting the hour
When sitting at the table, it was amazing
He was an unsatisfied man who was drinking like mad
With beans and molasses, pea soup and stew
Salted fat bacon and pancake than going to bed
The day after for breakfast in the morning, it was a bottle of brandy
On a Saturday of September he decided to marry
The wedding, the beer and the dancing then founded a family