1.  Alberta Bound. 1

2.  CA-NA-DA.. 2

3.  Canada in My Pocket - Michael Mitchell 2

4.  Canada Is. 4

5.  Log Driver’s Waltz. 5

6.  O Canada. 5

7.  Squid-Jiggin Ground. 6

8.  The Blue Nose. 7

9.  The Island. 8

10.  The Ryans and the Pittmans. 9

11.  They All Call It Canada. 9

12.  Vive La Canadienne! – French Canadian Folk Song. 10

 

 

 

Oh the prairie lights are burnin' bright
The Chinook wind is a-movin' in
Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound
Though I've done the best I could
My old luck ain't been so good and
Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound
No one-eyed man could e'er forget
The Rocky Mountain sunset
It's a pleasure just to be Alberta bound
I long to see my next of kin
To know what kind of shape they're in
Tomorrow night I'll be Alberta bound

Chorus:                                                                                                                                     Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It's good to be Alberta bound
Alberta bound, Alberta bound
It's good to be Alberta bound

Oh the skyline of Toronto
Is somethin' you'll get onto
But they say you've got to live there for a while
And if you got the money
You can get yourself a honey
A written guarantee ta make you smile
But it's snowin' in the city
And the streets and brown and gritty
And I know there's pretty girls all over town
But they never seem to find me
And the one I left behind me
Is the reason that I'll be Alberta bound  

 

CA-NA-DA

(One little two little three Canadians)

We love thee

(Now we are twenty million)

CA-NA-DA

(Four little five little six little Provinces)

Proud and free

(Now we are ten and the Territories sea to sea)

 

Chorus:        

North south east west

There'll be happy times,

Church Bells will ring, ring, ring

It's the hundredth anniversary of Confederation

Ev'rybody sing together!

 

Rah! Vive le Canada!

Three cheers Hip, Hip, Hooray!

Le centenaire,

That's the order of the day

Frère Jacques Frère Jacques

Merrily we roll along

Together all the way  

 

Chorus:           

I've got Canada in my pocket

A little bit of history

A penny, and a nickel

And a quarter and a dime

Mean a lot to you and me

It's more than pocket money

They're the symbols of our land

They're pictures of important things

For which this country stands

 

The maple leaf, the maple leaf
Is a beautiful sight to see
It waves 'hello'' to us below
From the top of a maple tree
And with every year that passes
It grows like you and me
So should we all grow straight and tall
Like the lovely maple tree

The beaver, oh the beaver
Is a beautiful sight to see
He's a happy, furry animal
Like a teddy bear with teeth
He's never ever lazy
He works all night and day
Building houses for his family
He's got no time to play

The schooner, oh the schooner
Is a beautiful sight to see
It's a great big wooden sailing ship
That can sail across the sea
It brings to other countries
The things their people need
And brings back things
Like chocolate bars
And books for us to read

The caribou, the caribou
Is a beautiful sight to see
He's a really big strong animal
I'm sure you'll all agree
He looks like Santa's reindeer
And he loves it when
The wind blows cold
So he lives up north
With the polar bears
'Cause he likes the ice and snow 

 

Chorus:        

Canada is the Rocky Mountains

Canada is Prince Edward Island
Canada is a country made for love
Canada is La Belle Provence
Canada is the Yukon Miner
Canada is a country full of love.

 

We have love for our neighbour
Of whatever creed or colour
We have love for our cities
And our valleys and our plains
We have a voice that is calling
Telling all the world we're willing
To welcome them to this great land
For that's what Canada is.

We have faith in our future
We're ready for tomorrow
We have faith in our children
For our future's in their hands
We have a voice that is calling
Telling us to keep on hoping
For time will make this wild land great
And that's what Canada is.

We have peace in our valleys
We're happy and contented
We have peace in our cities
And our boundaries have no chains
We have a voice that is calling
Telling all free men we're willing
To show them how to live in peace
For that's what Canada is. 

 

Many songs have been written about the people who worked the land: lumberjacks, miners, farmers, etc. Sometimes legends were created around some of their particular skills, which stretched the imagination, but were good fun anyway.

 

If you ask any girl from the parish around
What amuses her most from her head to her toes
She'll say, "I'm not sure that it's business of yours
"But I do love to waltz with my log driver"

Chorus:                                                                                           

For he goes burling down, down the white water
That's where a log driver learns to step lightly
Burling down, down the white water
A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely

When the drive's nearly over she loves to go down
And watch all the lads as they work on the river
She knows that come evening they'll be in the town
And she does love to waltz with her log driver

Now to please both her parents she had to give way
And dance with the doctors and merchants and lawyers
Their manners were fine but their feet made of clay
There's none with the style of her log driver 

 

O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love
in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide, O Canada,
We stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada!

 

Terre de nos aieux,
Ton front est ceint
de fleurons glorieux!
Car ton bras sait porter l'é pée
Il sait porter la croix!
Ton histoire est une é popée
Des plus brillants exploits.
Et ta valeur de foi trempée,
Proté gera nos foyers et nos droits.
Proté gera nos foyers et nos droits. 

 

The squid is a cuttlefish used as bait. It moves in along the Newfoundland coast from August to October and fishermen head out with their jiggers - fish hooks, to catch them in dorys.

 

Oh this is the place where the fishermen gather

In oilskins and boots and cape anns battened down

All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers

They congregate here on the squid-jiggin ground

 

Some are working their jiggers while others are yarning

There's some standing up and there's more lying down

While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun

As they wait for the squid on the squid-jiggin ground

 

There's men of all ages and boys in the bargain

There's old Billy Cave and there's young Raymond Brown

There's a red ranting Tory out here in a dory

A-running down squires in the squid-jiggin ground

 

There's men from the harbour; there's men from the tickle

In all kinds of motor boats, green, grey and brown

Right yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby

He's chawin hard tack on the squid-jiggin ground

 

God bless my sou'wester, there's skipper John Chaffey

He's the best hand at squid-jiggin here I'll be bound

Hello! What's the row? Why he's jiggin one now

The very first squid on the squid-jiggin ground

 

The man with the whiskers is old Jacob Steele

He's getting well up, but he's still pretty sound

While Uncle Bob Hawkins wears six pairs of stockings

Whenever he's out on the squid-jiggin ground

 

Holy smoke, what a scuffle, all hands are excited

'Tis a wonder to me that there's nobody drowned

There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hustle

They're all jiggin squids on the squid-jiggin ground

 

Says Bobby "The squids are on top of the water

I just got me jiggers about one fathom down

But a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat

And he's swearing like mad on the squid-jiggin ground

 

There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are splattered

With spots of the squid juice that's flying around

One poor little boy got it right in the eye

But they don't give a darn on the squid-jiggin ground

 

Now if ever you feel inclined to go squiddin

Leave your white shirts and collars behind in the town

And if you get cranky without your silk hanky

You'd better steer clear of the squid-jiggin ground 

 

In the 1940's the Bluenose made Canadian sailors and shipbuilders famous with her exploits, not only by winning schooner races, but by catching more fish in a season than any other schooner in history.

 

Well I've got a story to tell
Of a proud ship that served her people well
Well the Bluenose was her name
And she never lost a race
And she won herself a place in the history of Canada
Blow winds blow for the Bluenose is sailing once again

Chorus:        

So beat to the windward once more
And it's up jib and fores'l as before
For your country will be proud once again
Of the ship and the men
Who sailed her smartly into history
Blow winds blow for the Bluenose is sailing once again

She was born in a Nova Scotia town
Where the shipwrights had gained world renown
Down in Lunenburg
They built a living legend out of skill, sweat and pride
And sailed her masterfully till she died
Blow winds blow for the Bluenose is sailing once again

 

 

Now the official song of Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. It tells of where they came from, how tough it is to work the coal mines which are almost their only industry, and how sad they are to often have to leave their beloved island to find work elsewhere.

 

Over an ocean and over a sea
Beyond these great waters what do I see
I see the great mountains rise up from the coastline
The hills of Cape Breton, this new home of mine
Oh and we come from the countries all over the world
To hack at the forests, to plow the land down
Fishermen, farmers, and sailors all come
To clear for the future this pioneer ground

Chorus:       

We are an island a rock in the stream
We are a people as proud as there's been
In soft summer breeze or in wild winter wind
The home of our hearts, Cape Breton

Over the rooftops and over the trees
Within these new townships, what do I see
I see the black pit head the coal wheels a-turning
Smoke stacks a-belching, and the blast fires burning
And the sweat on the back is no joy to behold
In the heat of the steel plant or mining the coal
And the foreign-owned companies force us to fight
For our survival and for our rights

Over the highway and over the road
Over the causeway stories are told
They tell of the coming and the going away
The cities of America draw me away
And though companies come and companies go
And the ways of the world we may never know
We'll follow the footsteps of those on their way
And we'll fight for the right to leave or to stay 

 

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders

We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below

Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers

When straight through the channel, to Toslow we'll go

 

My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman

I sail in the Ino with skipper Tom Brown

I'm bound to have Dolly, or Biddy, or Molly

As soon as I'm able to plank the cash down

 

I'm a son of a seacook and a cook in a trader

I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the mainboom

I can handle a jigger, and cuts a fine figure

Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room

 

If the voyage is good then this fall I will do it

I wants two pounds ten for a ring and a priest

A couple of dollars for clean shirts and collars

And a handful of coppers to make up a feast

 

There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldworthy

There's John Coady's Kitty and Mary Tibbou

There's Clara from Brule and young Martha Foley

But the nicest of all is my girl from Toslow

 

Farewell and adieu to ye, fair one of Valem

Farewell and adieu to ye, girls in the cove

I'm bound to the westward to the wall with the hole in

I'll take her to Toslow, the wild world to rove

 

Farewell and adieu to ye, girls of St. Kyrans

Of Paradise and Presque, Big and Little Bona

I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy

And if I don't  

 

Side by Side and step by step

Our fathers were marching along

They were building a road to the future

With a spade and a smile and a song.

Out of the wildness and out of the sand

Grew the land that we live in today.

Though the job to be done has barely begun,

There is one thing I'm proud to say:

My country is my cathedral

The northern sky its dome

They all call it Canada

But I call it home

The mountains, the lakes and valleys

Are friends that I have known

They all call it Canada

But I call it home

From the Atlantic to the Pacific

From the pole to the U.S.A.

We're on united brotherhood

And united we will stay

The people across the border

And far across the foam

They all call it Canada

But I call it home   

 

Vive la Canadienne!

Vole, mon coeur vole!

Vive la Canadienne

Et ses jolis yeux doux.

 

Et ses jolis yeus doux, doux, doux,

Et ses jolis yeux doux.

Et ses jolis yeus doux, doux, doux,

Et ses jolis yeux doux.

 

Nous la menons aux noces

Vole, mon coeur, vole!

Nous la menons aux noces

Dans tous ses beaux atours

Dans tous ses beaux atours, ‘tours, ‘tours,

Dans lous ses beaux atours.