1. Alberta Bound.
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2. CA-NA-DA..
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3. Canada in My Pocket - Michael Mitchell 2
4. Canada Is.
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5. Log Driver’s Waltz.
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6. O Canada.
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7. Squid-Jiggin Ground.
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8. The Blue Nose.
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9. The Island.
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10. The Ryans and the Pittmans.
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11. They All Call It Canada.
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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
3. Canada in My Pocket - Michael Mitchell
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
10.
The Ryans and the Pittmans
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
12. Vive La Canadienne! – French Canadian Folk Song
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.