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Come one, come all, to Scottish games

On the banks of Canadian Thames;

You’ll find that ’tis most pleasant way

You can enjoy the Queen’s Birthday.

In future years it will be famed

The day whereon the park was named,

With its boundry great extended

And nature’s charms sweetly blended.

Full worthy of the poet’s theme

Is hill and dale, and wood and stream,

And glittering spires, and busy town.

Where mansions’ do each mount top crown.

Come, witness the great tug-of-war,

And the great hammer thrown afar,

See running, jumping, highland fling,

At concert hear the sky lark sing.

And the bagpipes will send thrills

Like echoes from the distant hills,

And the bold sound of the pibroch

Which does resound o’er Scottish loch.

Young men and maids, and fine old dames

Will gather on the banks of Thames,

And though we have a tug-of-war

’Twill leave no wound or deadly scar.