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Eight-year-old Margaret Pokiak has set her sights on learning to read, even though it means leaving her village in the high Arctic. Faced with unceasing pressure, her father finally agrees to let her make the five-day journey to attend school, but he warns Margaret of the terrors of residential schools.
Based on the true story of Margaret Pokiak-Fenton, and complemented by evocative illustrations, Not My Girl makes the original, award-winning memoir, A Stranger at Home, accessible to younger children. It is also a sequel to the picture book When I Was Eight.
Lyrics in French (Canadian dialect):
Quand on part des chanquiers
Mes chers amis tous le coeur gai
Pour aller voir tous nos parents
Mes chers amis le coeur content.
Envoyons d’l’avant nos gens
Envoyons d’l’avant!
Mais qu’nos amis nous voyent arriver
Y vont s’mettr’ à rire, à chanter.
Dimanche au soir à la veillée
Nous irons voir nos compagnées.
Dimanche au soir à la veillée
Nous irons voir nos compagnées.
Elles vont nous dire mais en entrant
V’là mon amant, j’ai l’coeur content!
Elles vont nous dire mais en entrant
V’là mon amant, j’ai l’coeur content!
Et au milieu de la veillée
Elles vont nous parler d’leus cavaliers.
Et au milieu de la veillée
Elles vont nous parler d’leurs cavaliers.
Elles vont nous dire mais en partant
As-tu fréquenté des amants?
Elles vont nous dire mais en partant
As-tu fréquenté des amants?
Qui a composé la chanson?
C’est Jos Blanchet le joli garçon!
English translation:
When we leave the chanquiers (woodworking locations)
My dear friends, all with hearts gay,
To see all our friends and family,
My dear friends, all with hearts gay,
Let’s go boys, let’s go!
Let’s go boys, let’s go!
When our friends will see us arrive,
They start laughing and singing,
Sunday night at the vigil,
We’ll go see our partners,
Sunday night at the vigil,
We’ll go see our partners,
They’ll tell us as we enter,
Here’s my lover, my heart is happy,
They’ll tell us as we enter,
Here’s my lover, my heart is happy,
And at the middle of the vigil,
They’ll tell us of their lovers,
And at the middle of the vigil,
They’ll tell us of their lovers,
And they’ll ask us as we leave,
Did you go see any mistresses?
And they’ll ask us as we leave,
Did you go see any mistresses?
Who wrote the song?
It was Jo Blanchet, the pretty boy
