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Canada hath wealthy yeomen

Whose fathers overcome the foemen,

The enemy they boldly slew

Was mighty forests they did hew,

And where they burned heaps of slain

Their sons now reap the golden grain,

But in the region of Northwest

With prairie farms they are blest.

Though this to them it may seem good

Yet many blessings come from wood,

It shelters you from the fierce storm

And in the winter keeps you warm,

For one who hath his forest trees

He builds his house and barn with ease,

And how quick he gets from thence

Timber for bridge and for his fence.