This is Young Voyageur from the Fireside Book of FolkSongs

From the wilds of the North Comes a young voyageur, With his boyant canoe Well laden with fur

Chorus Gladsome and free, Little cares he For there's joy in the heart Of the young voyageur.

There's a song on the lips, Of the young voyageur, And his voice, sounding far, Sets the forest astir.

Chorus

I have a midi of it here. (Hope I did that right...)