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Is it the end?
This is the way.
This is the way you walk.
That's in there, but what was that about?
Are you staying straight ahead?
No.
Is this the only way?
It must be.
Is it ever tiny?
That's what we think.
This must be the ferry.
Isn't this different?
Yeah.
Pretty different.
Here we are.
This is the way.
The way of the ballad.
Yes, it is.
What's the bathroom?
It's empty.
This is the way.
Let's go and park over there.
Oh, so cute.
Very nice, isn't it?
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Now, it doesn't look like that much on the outside, but it's got the bedrooms. This is the one that I picked.
This is the way.
This is the way.
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You see it?
Yes, right here.
This is the way.
Shoot, shoot.
It's pretty.
Yeah.
Welcome to Gaspis.
Welcome.
Gaspis is reputed to be the first town established in Canada.
Jacques Cartier arrived in this area for the first time in 1534.
This is the town of Tersi.
This is the town of Tersi.
This is the town of Tersi.
This is the town of Tersi and the big rock right in front.
That's picturesque up there.
I have to go up there for sure.
We'll go there right away because we're late.
Right, lots of time.
Tersi.
We're in the real Tersi now.
Look at all the people.
We missed that promontory.
We're going to have to go back.
We'll go through the village.
This is so cute.
It's full of tourists.
We would have been better to come here than Gaspis.
We have to do Gaspis.
It's the primary city.
The first village in Canada.
It's full of beautiful hotels.
This is a very commercial area.
And not because of that rock over there.
Hello, are you going to the bathroom?
No, thank you.
She's looking for clients.
So the kitchen is the restaurant we're going to have lunch.
And it's right next to the Shipper Sea with the true la Voila.
Police.
So we're heading on Highway 11 East.
Are we going to the centre of this camp?
Yes, that's right.
We're going to the centre.
We're going to the centre.
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We're going to the centre.
We're going to the centre.
Is that the wood shed?
No, they had to put it inside for the winter.
They had to put it inside for the winter.
They had to put it inside for the winter.
We're going to the centre.
We're going to the centre.
We're going to the centre.
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We're going to the centre.
It was a lot of work, but it was worth it.
There's a song that I hear every morning of the boats as they roll out to sea.
As the chorus rolls on, the tide flows so strong makes a natural seafaring sound.
And it follows the tide down the channel in the wake of a fair wind to sea.
With a powerful glide, and the olive rides meet the white boughs that gleam on the sea.
Roll on my childhood song, roll on to greet the dawn, tell your engines sing their homeward song of Atlantic forest song.
With early and clear on the water, I can see how the boats live away.
As the sun lights the day, they'll all find their way in my dreams, I'll sail on the bay.
And with the ocean so near there beside me, I'm feeling the change of the time.
My spirit's set free, watch from the knee and hear my song on the sea.
Roll on my childhood song, roll on to greet the dawn, tell your engines sing their homeward song of Atlantic forest song.
Roll on my childhood song, roll on to greet the dawn, tell your engines sing their homeward song.
Are they ever in good shape, eh? Look at the little car in front.
Oh, we had an Impala. Not sure if it's that year.
And this is the Brantons that are doing this one. Laura and Lloyd.
The truck is cute.
My dad had a truck like that. Yeah, that's true. Yeah, and we rode him back after.
It's a noble Ford. What year? A Model T, 1927.
Billy had that here. Wow.
Look at that. Well, that's cute. I'm sure those two look good.
And I would like to remind all the participants that we're still awaiting your participant's choice ballots.
And if you're hungry, there's a lovely Bridgetown Fire Department canteen and many donuts for dessert up here. Thank you.
Thank you.
Show me they're doing that. Oh, it looks good. Really? Is it any good?
It's hard, eh? But they look good anyway, see?
Why do I know what parts of the work one I bought? I've worked on a dream one.
1613, you said? That's when it was established.
So this is, what's the name of this place? Paroyal. The first French fort, right? 1613.
It's so beautiful in here. Do you see the door? It's studded with nails. Oh, yeah.
It's like a rich, no 1600s, imagine. Look at it all. It's like in that place we went in Tunisia.
We're in a square. Yeah, yeah, yeah. There's the blankets. Is this a beaver? Beaver, eh? Yeah, it looks like beaver.
So they're probably selling blankets here. Imagine. And they probably had, I don't know why.
Provisions, sugar, flour, grain, I don't know why. Yeah, probably the salted stuff, eh?
There's the gun on the thing. They all had to have one of those. The bear rug in front of the fireplace.
What's in there? Is that confessional? No, I... The priest used to get rest there, probably.
Can you believe this place?
And there was the holy water. Yeah.
Sad commune. Sad commune.
There was many here, eh? Right. Wow.
Can you count how many they were seating?
Twenty-five of them. Twenty-five, wow. Man in the fort.
They had a good view from here, eh? Or did they ever? They could see anything that was coming.
There's the obligatory crucifix. Where? Ah, yeah.
The sea birds cry. It tells a tearful story.
You'll never be the book that you have read. A cheerful tale of power, love and glory.
Things that you have now become instead. And dreams can mean a lifetime worth waiting.
And love can mean a heartbreak kept on hold. And may it seem like hours when you're lonely.
Day by day your sorrows left untold. And I would fly to the end of the universe.
Fly to the top of the earth. Cry out your name is the hope that you remain.
The sea birds cry tells me just what it's worth.
There's always little tiny ways to do things. Okay, I'm going to make a living out of that one.
Anyone's doing other things than the whole boat. 15 years ago we gave up everything and we're still doing other things.
One up there, we just see a little bit. One down there. One up there has always been available for sale now.
And that is there. They have babies that grow in there.
Thank you. This is all exciting for me. Can I take your picture?
They were just passing by and they're sucking into the oysters and they wanted to see the firm.
So we just give them a pour and that's cold to myself over there.
And that's my brother-in-law and he had two more workers with us today.
This one's about three years we'd say, three or four years old.
This one is probably four to five.
One, two, three, four, about five years.
Oh, so the striation. This one here. I'd say good ten years.
You can't do them all.
We'll probably by the end of tomorrow we'll have most of them done.
Okay, there we go.
They're the salty kind, right?
Do you taste the salt?
They have the saltiness.
But they're good, right? Thank you.
Our sons and daughters to explain our life
As if a drunk could tell us why
That as sure as the sun rise, as sure as the sea
As sure as the wind in the trees
We rise again in the faces of our children
We rise again in the voices of our song
We rise again in the waves out on the ocean
And when we rise again
The only thing they complained about all the time, it wasn't the view.
It was the amount of lobster they had.
They were being given lobster every day.
I just think that's so funny that lobster was considered junk food.
Yeah, it was. It was the poor kids.
So the rich kids would come to see the old days, which isn't the poor kids came with lobster.
It's not like that anymore.
And the town literally passed a law saying they could only serve lobster three days a week.
Four at the most because they just complained too much.
I say it's office to be them.
That's all I can say.
That as sure as the sun rise, as sure as the sea
We rise again in the faces of our children
We rise again in the voices of our song
We rise again in the waves out on the ocean
And when we rise again
We rise again in the faces of our children
We rise again in the voices of our song
We rise again in the waves out on the ocean
And when we rise again
And when we rise again
This is more professional.
And we know it's the ocean.
Because the only thing I know about the ocean is people.
This is right over.
This is the first time I see these kinds of waves coming out of the ocean.
It's so beautiful.
The sun shining on the water there makes it really nice.
This is the first time I see these kinds of waves coming out of the ocean.
This is the first time I see these kinds of waves coming out of the ocean.
This is the first time I see these kinds of waves coming out of the ocean.
Thank you.
Oh my heart is sad for needing you today
But I know we'll meet again
When the sun is in the valley and the leaves are on the trees
And we come too clearly in the glen
When the sun came up there was whiskey in the cup
Not one of us was sober
Jerry thought she saw a picture when it really was the sun
But we knew the party was over
Oh my heart is sad for needing you today
But I know we'll meet again
When the sun is in the valley and the leaves are on the trees
And we come too clearly in the glen
Da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum
Da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum
Da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum
But I know we'll meet again
When the sun is in the valley and the leaves are on the trees
Da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum da-dum
But I know we'll meet again
The next one is our foch, this one's been placed into oak barrels for one year
They have dark stone fruits just like the male meal that you just had because they are sister varieties
But I find that the cherry is very prominent in this one
Well I think that that's the one that I would like for them
Hello little sheep, how do you see the sheep?
Hello hello hello, it's beautiful, it's beautiful, the death
The little sheep are protecting the sheep
The sun was setting in the west, the birds were singing on every tree
All nature seemed inclined for a rest, but still there was no rest for me
Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast, let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the bright ocean toss, will you ever give a sigh and a wish for me?
I grieve to leave my native land, I grieve to leave my comrades all
And my parents, whom I held so dear, and the bonny bonny lad that I do adore
Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast, let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the bright ocean toss, will you ever give a sigh and a wish for me?
I grieve to leave my comrades all, and the bonny lad that I do adore
Farewell to Nova Scotia, the sea-bound coast, let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the bright ocean toss, will you ever give a sigh and a wish for me?
She grows on you slowly, the first time you meet
There's just so much beauty, the heart can be beat
And you want to stay longer, and she's ever so pleased
You're one of the many who don't want to leave
So walk through her green fields, go down to the sea, the fortune in your eyes is more like a dream
She's called Nova Scotia, and she's always you feel, you've discovered a treasure no other has seen
It's hard to remember the places you've been, for once in her presence she's all that you see
And she cradles you softly like a warm gentle breeze, and wings your heart over with a feeling of peace
So walk through her green fields, go down to the sea, the fortune in your eyes is more like a dream
She's called Nova Scotia, and she's always you feel, you've discovered a treasure no other has seen
She welcomes the strangers from far away shores
While deep down inside her some walk through her soul, and at night the slumber, the wind softly calls
And away comes her spirit that lives in us all
