The Metis of Buffalo Hunters

The Metis Song of the Buffalo Hunters

By Robideau

Hurrah for the buffalo hunters
Hurrah for the cart brigade
That creak along on its winding way
While we dance and sing and play
Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade!

Hurrah for the Pembinah hunters
Hurrah for its cart brigade
For with the horse and gun we roll along
O’er mountain and hill and plain
Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade!

We whipped the Sioux and scalped them too
While on the western plain
And rode away on our homeward way
With none to say us nay
Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade! Hurrah!

Mon ami, mon ami, hurrah for our black-haired girls
That braved the Sioux and fought them too
While on Montana’s plains
We’ll hold them true and love them too
While on the trail of the Pembinah, hurrah!
Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade of Pembinah!

We have the skins and the meat so sweet
And we’ll sit by the fire in the lodge so neat
While the wind blows cold and the snow is deep
Then roll in our robes and laugh as we sleep
Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!