Along Cape Breton's coastline, stark and grey and tall,
Stands a living legend and a wall.
She's the Fortress Louisbourg - famous in her day,
Called "the second Dunkirk", but today...
Never mind, never mind.
She stands alone facing the sea.
Who knows what pictures stain her memories!
She was queen, she was mistress, she was pageantry,
She was tragedy.
How the winds once rippled fleur-de-lis above
Men who'd gladly perish for what they loved.
All the while, the children played within the walls -
Never knowing one day they'd fall. Now...
Then the fateful day came; Wolfe slipped through the bog,
With his swords and cannon in the fog.
When the battle ended "Dunkirk's" days were few.
All her people vanished and she did too. Now...
Like a tireless phoenix, she arose again -
Very much the same queen as she was then.
But the times are different - gone her gallantry;
Now she waits in silence we pay to see, while...
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