This text comes from Songs of French Canada, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
The wind is fresh, the wind is free
(En roulant ma boule)—
The wind is fresh—my love waits me!
(Rouli, roulant, ma boule roulant,
En roulant ma boule roulant,
En roulant ma boule.)
Behind our house a spring you see,
In it three ducks swim merrily.
Hunting, the prince's son went he,
With silver gun right fair to see;
At the three ducks aimed carefully,
Fired at the black, the white killed he.
King's son, ill luck thy portion be,
My own white duck is killed by thee.
Beneath his wing his blood flows free,
And diamonds in his eyes there be,
And gold and silver plenteously
Pour from his beak upon the sea.
His feathers to the wind blow free,
Gathered them in fair women three,
To make a bed right soft to see
(En roulant ma boule)—
Where travellers to sleep are free
(Rouli, roulant, ma boule roulant,
En roulant ma boule roulant,
En roulant ma boule).