Don't forget that we are Cajun,
My dear boys and my dear little girls.
We were in Louisiana before the Americans.
We will be here after? s that they left.
Your dad and your mama were chased out of Acadia
For the great crime of being Cajun.
But they found? a beautiful country,
Thank God for Louisiana.
Louisiana, my Louisiana,
So beautiful in spring, so hot in summer,
It's cool in autumn, it's tough in winter,
But I'm proud to be a Cajun.
Don't forget, my dear children,
The ways of old times gone by.
Heaven and earth have a lot? show us,
Listen to the words of the old Cajuns