They came from Nova Scotia
Forced to leave their land
Persecuted - banished
Their destiny in hand
Searching
for a place of peace of peace
Away from all their pains
They found "Acadiana"
Its bayous - bays and plains
They settled close to waterways
Lafourche and Blue Bayou
The Teche - Vermillion - Mermentau
Atchafalaya too
A land of swamps - rich bounty
Of trees with Spanish moss
They built their homes of cypress
Their lives around "The Cross"
Work was hard - unending
From daybreak - until dark
They made do with what they had
Their spirits kept their spark
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Poling pirogues through the swamps
That led to inlet tides
They fished - trapped - gathered moss
Caught gators - tanned their hides
They cooked what nature offered
Seafood - wild game stew
They called their mix " A gumbo"
That started with "A roux"
French - their native language
Was changed a bit each day
New words mixed with all the old
To fit "The Cajun way"
They are a happy people
Love dancing - Fais - Do - Dos
They like their Cajun music
It makes them tap their toes
They often "Pass a good time"
With festivals - a band
"The Cajuns" - celebrating life
At last - this is - "Their Land"
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