Song For Canada.

Sons of the race whose sires     Aroused the martial flame         That filled with smiles         The triune Isles,     Through all their heights of fame!     With hearts as brave as theirs,     With hopes as strong and high,         We'll ne'er disgrace         The honoured race     Whose deeds can never die.,     Let but the rash intruder dare         To touch our darling strand,             The martial fires             That thrilled our sires         Would flame throughout the land.     Our lakes are deep and wide,     Our fields and forests broad;         With cheerful air         We'll speed the share,     And break the fruitful sod;     Till blest with rural peace,     Proud of our rustic toil,         On hill and plain         True kings we'll reign,     The victors of the soil.     But let the rash intruder dare         To touch our darling strand,             The martial fires             That thrilled our sires         Would light him from the land.     Health smiles with rosy face     Amid our sunny dales,         And torrents strong         Fling hymn and song     Through all the mossy vales;     Our sons are living men,     Our daughters fond and fair;         A thousand isles         Where Plenty smiles,     Make glad the brow of Care.     But let the rash intruder dare         To touch our darling strand,             The martial fires             That thrilled our sires         Would flame throughout the land.     And if in future years     One wretch should turn and fly,         Let weeping Fame         Blot out his name     From Freedom's hallowed sky;     Or should our sons e'er prove     A coward, traitor race, -         Just heaven! frown         In thunder down,     T' avenge the foul disgrace!     But let the rash intruder dare         To touch our darling strand,             The martial fires             That thrilled our sires         Would light him from the land.