hey Beer, how are you ? remember this one.... here's an excerpt.. it's been awhile

"Let me take you out to Canada, the valley of the Ottawa
Where paddle songs of couriers-de-bois once ran the woods for barter.
They didn't have a lot of laws, just black powder and musket balls
Hand-to hand the tomahawk falls harder upon the martyr

Rippled miles were measured by calumet smoke and journal words the black robes wrote
The steady rhythm of sweaty strokes sliced the sliver water
Fingers of God broke through Jesuit clouds, gently touched the forest shroud
A pale priest prayed out loud in the name of his Latin father

They made their stand on the Borderland".....