Here's another version. The French lyrics are from Forty-four French folk-songs and variants from Canada, Normandy, and Brittany collected and harmonized by by Henry Grafton Chapman (New York: G. Schirmer, 1910), page 28, where there is also musical notation for 1 voice and piano. There is also an English translation, but I don't like it. "The King's son comes, for hunting dight." Who the hell speaks like that?

LE CANARD BLANC
(Canada)

CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent. V'là l'joli vent.
V'là l'bon vent. M'amie m'appelle.
V'là l'bon vent. V'là l'joli vent.
V'là l'bon vent. M'amie m'attend.

1. SOLO: Derrièr' chez nous y a-t-un étang.
CHOEUR: Derrièr' chez nous y a-t-un étang.
SOLO: Trois beaux canards s'en vont baignant.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

2. SOLO: Trois beaux canards s'en vont baignant.
CHOEUR: Trois beaux canards s'en vont baignant.
SOLO: Le fils du roi s'en va chassant.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

3. SOLO: Le fils du roi s'en va chassant.
CHOEUR: Le fils du roi s'en va chassant,
SOLO: Avec son grand fusil d'argent.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

4. SOLO: Avec son grand fusil d'argent,
CHOEUR: Avec son grand fusil d'argent,
SOLO: Visa le noir, tua le blanc.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

5. SOLO: Visa le noir, tua le blanc.
CHOEUR: Visa le noir, tua le blanc.
SOLO: O fils du roi, tu es méchant.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

6. SOLO: O fils du roi, tu es méchant.
CHOEUR: O fils du roi, tu es méchant,
SOLO: D'avoir tué mon canard blanc.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

7. SOLO: D'avoir tué mon canard blanc.
CHOEUR: D'avoir tué mon canard blanc.
SOLO: Par dessous l'aile il perd son sang.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

8. SOLO: Par dessous l'aile il perd son sang.
CHOEUR: Par dessous l'aile il perd son sang.
SOLO: Par les yeux lui sort' des diamants.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

9. SOLO: Par les yeux lui sort' des diamants.
CHOEUR: Par les yeux lui sort' des diamants.
SOLO: Et par le bec l'or et l'argent.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

10. SOLO: Et par le bec l'or et l'argent.
CHOEUR: Et par le bec l'or et l'argent.
SOLO: Toutes ses plum' s'en vont au vent.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

11. SOLO: Toutes ses plum' s'en vont au vent
CHOEUR: Toutes ses plum' s'en vont au vent
SOLO: Trois dam' s'en vont les ramassant.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

12. SOLO: Trois dam' s'en vont les ramassant
CHOEUR: Trois dam' s'en vont les ramassant
SOLO: C'est pour en faire un lit de camp.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

13. SOLO: C'est pour en faire un lit de camp.
CHOEUR: C'est pour en faire un lit de camp.
SOLO: Pour y coucher tous les passants.
CHOEUR: V'là l'bon vent, etc.

THE WHITE DUCK
(My literal translation, not for singing.)

CHORUS: There's the good wind. There's the pretty wind.
There's the good wind. My love calls me.
There's the good wind. There's the pretty wind.
There's the good wind. My love waits for me.

1. SOLO: Behind our house is a pond.
CHORUS: Behind our house is a pond.
SOLO: Three beautiful ducks go bathing.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

2. SOLO: Three beautiful ducks go bathing.
CHORUS: Three beautiful ducks go bathing.
SOLO: The son of the king goes hunting.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

3. SOLO: The son of the king goes hunting.
CHORUS: The son of the king goes hunting,
SOLO: With his big silver gun.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

4. SOLO: With his big silver gun,
CHORUS: With his big silver gun,
SOLO: Aimed at the black, killed the white.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

5. SOLO: Aimed at the black, killed the white.
CHORUS: Aimed at the black, killed the white.
SOLO: O son of the king, you're mean.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

6. SOLO: O son of the king, you're mean.
CHORUS: O son of the king, you're mean,
SOLO: To have killed my white duck.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

7. SOLO: To have killed my white duck.
CHORUS: To have killed my white duck.
SOLO: Under his wing, he is losing blood.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

8. SOLO: Under his wing, he is losing blood.
CHORUS: Under his wing, he is losing blood.
SOLO: From his eyes he is shedding diamonds.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

9. SOLO: From his eyes he is shedding diamonds.
CHORUS: From his eyes he is shedding diamonds.
SOLO: And from his beak, gold and silver.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

10. SOLO: And from his beak, gold and silver.
CHORUS: And from his beak, gold and silver.
SOLO: All his feathers are blowing away.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

11. SOLO: All his feathers are blowing away.
CHORUS: All his feathers are blowing away.
SOLO: Three ladies are gathering them.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

12. SOLO: Three ladies are gathering them.
CHORUS: Three ladies are gathering them.
SOLO: This is to make a cot.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.

13. SOLO: This is to make a cot.
CHORUS: This is to make a cot
SOLO: Where all passers-by may lie down.
CHORUS: There's the good wind, etc.