[AN ENGLISH TOAST]
The English soil!—'tis hallowed ground
[THE SCOT]
That no Scotsman is perfect, we freely confess
[THE ROARIN' GAME]
The roarin' game, the roarin' game
[THE OLD SCOTTISH MINISTER]
A man he was of Scottish race
[THE MACS]
There's a race, or a part of a race, if you will
[THE PARSON AT THE HOCKEY MATCH]
It's very disagreeable to sit here in the cold
CANADA, MY LAND.
There may be more enchanting climes
Within a southern zone;
There may be eastern Edens deckt
With charms to thee unknown;
But thou art fairest unto me,
Because thou art mine own,
Canada, my land.
More spacious plains and loftier heights
In other realms may be,
And mightier streams than those which bear
Thy waters to the sea;
But thou, great handiwork of God,
Art grandest unto me,
Canada, my land.