LET other tongues in older lands

Loud vaunt their claims to glory,

And chaunt in triumph of the past,

Content to live in story.

Tho' boasting no baronial halls,

Nor ivy-crested towers,

What past can match thy glorious youth,

Fair Canada of ours?

Fair Canada,

Dear Canada,

This Canada of ours!

We love those far-off ocean Isles

Where Britain's monarch reigns;

We'll ne'er forget the good old blood

That courses through our veins;

Proud Scotia's fame, old Erin's name,

And haughty Albion's powers,

Reflect their matchless lustre on

This Canada of ours.

Fair Canada,

Dear Canada,

This Canada of ours!

May our Dominion flourish then,

A goodly land and free,

Where Celt and Saxon, hand in hand,

Hold sway from sea to sea;