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I. It was a bold Canadian boy That loved a winsome girl; And he was bold as ancient knight, She, fair as day's own pearl. And to the greenwood they must go, To build a home and name, So he clasped hands with Industry, For fortune, wealth and fame. |
CHORUS
(In which all join, the leader beating time upon his knees with his fists.)
| For fortune, wealth and fame, For fortune, wealth and fame; So he clasped hands with Industry, For fortune, wealth and fame. II. And when the jocund Spring came in, He crowned the wedded pair. And sent them forth with hearts elate Their wildwood home to share. For he had built a snug log-house, Beneath a maple tree; And his axe had cleared a wide domain, While store of goods spun she. CHORUS. While store of goods spun she, While store of goods spun she, And his axe had cleared a wide domain, While store of goods spun she. III. The husband whistles at his plough, The wife sings at her wheel, The children wind the shrilly horn That tells the ready meal. And should you roam the wide world o'er, No happier home you'll see, Than this abode of loving toil Beneath the maple tree. [!-- Begin Page 57 --] CHORUS. Beneath the maple tree, Beneath the maple tree, Than this abode of loving toil Beneath the maple tree. |
A 49th man. Hurrah, Jack! that's a good tune,
Let's have the chorus again.
All—
| Beneath the maple tree, Beneath the maple tree, Than this abode of lov— |
[The Sentry challenges, and a Corporal enters and salutes FITZGIBBON.
Fitzgibbon. Well, Corporal.
Corporal. Sir, here is Mishe-mo-qua and a woman.
They say they've news, and wish to speak with you.