Many years after Pierre Falcon won the admiration of the buffalo hunter and was the friend of all the dusky maidens who followed his song of love or war alike.

He it was who sang the song of his race and helped to keep up the love of fun among the French people of the Red River.

It was reminiscent of victory and also a forecast of future influence and power.

Various versions of Pierre Falcon's song have come down to us celebrating the victory of Seven Oaks.

We give a simple translation of the bard's effusion: PIERRE FALCON'S SONG.
Come listen to this song of truth! A song of the brave Bois-brules, Who at Frog Plain took three captives, Strangers come to rob our country.
When dismounting there to rest us, A cry is raised--the English! They are coming to attack us, So we hasten forth to meet them.
I looked upon their army, They are motionless and downcast; So, as honor would incline us We desire with them to parley.
But their leader, moved with anger, Gives the word to fire upon us; And imperiously repeats it, Rushing on to this destruction.
Having seen us pass his stronghold, He had thought to strike with terror The Bois-brules; ah! mistaken, Many of his soldiers perish.
But a few escaped the slaughter, Rushing from the field of battle; Oh, to see the English fleeing! Oh, the shouts of their pursuers! Who has sung this song of triumph?
The good Pierre Falcon had composed it, That the praise of these Bois-brules Might be evermore recorded..