Who can blame them, who can blame us
If we tell ourselves with pride
How a thousand years to tame us
The foe has often tried—
And should e'er the Empire need us,
She'll require no chains to lead us,
For we are Empire's children—
But Canadian over all.
Then line up and try us,
Whoever would deny us
The freedom of our birthright
And they 'll find us like a wall—
For we are Canadian, Canadian forever,
Canadian forever—Canadian over all!
Twins
I congratulate ye, Francis,
And more power to yer wife—
An' from Montreal to Kansas,
I could safely bet my life
Ye wor proud enough, I hould ye—
Runnin' with the safety pins
Whin ould Mrs. Dolan tould ye,
"Milia murther! she has twins!"
Ye might kill me without warnin'—
Lay me out there on the shelf—
For a sight of ye that mornin',
Throwin' bookays at yerself!
Faix! ye thought ye had a cinch there,
An' begob! so well ye might,
For not even with the Frinch there,
Twins like thim come every night!
Francis, aisy now an' listen
To yer mother's brother James—
Whin the twins ye go to christen,
Don't ye give thim fancy names—
Irene—Edith—Gladys—Mavis—
Cecil Rhodes an' Percival—
If it 's names like that, Lord save us!
Don't live close to the canal!
Michael Whalen of St. Lambert
Had a boy some years ago—
Called him Clarence Montizambert—
Where he got it I dunno—
Monty used to have a brother
(He was Marmaduke Fitzjames),
Killed himself some way or other
Thryin' to pronounce his names!