A CANADIAN NATIONAL SONG.

O, no; I'm not an Englishman,

Though it is something great

To have for birthplace English soil,

And live in such a State;

Yet I'm not now an Englishman,

For why? I crossed the sea

And live in dear Canadian clime,

The Land of Liberty

I am not now a leal Scotchman,

Though born‘ midst Scotia's hills,

And recollections of her scenes

My bosom ever thrills,

For I have sailed o'er ocean vast,

And to this land have come,

Where Freedom waves her banner o'er

My new, adopted home.

O, no, I'm not an Irishman,

Though sprung from Erin's bowers,

And Memory often takes me back

To those most happy hours

When, roaming o'er her fair green Isle,

With warmth I pressed her sod,

And felt my own, my native Land,

The best that foot e'er trod.

For I have come to Canada

To settle on her land,

And to all her inhabitants

Give Friendship's honored hand.

I am no longer German now

Though “Fatherland” I loved,

And vowed remembrance to take

Of her, where'er I roved.

For here on this prolific soil

I own a splendid farm,

And lovely children growing up

Call forth my feelings warm.

I would not be a Frenchman deemed,

Though sprung of Gaulish race,

And their pure blood I freely can

In my forefathers trace.

For I would feel as much at home

As ever man can be

Back in our woods or in our towns,

Whilst I have liberty.

O, yes; we are Canadians now,

Wherever we were born;

And we will strive in time to come

To heal a land so torn

By party strife, by clannish fire,

And aim to live in peace.

Then put united efforts forth,

Till life itself shall cease,

To make her what she ought to be —

Acknowledged on each hand

A noble, free, and powerful State,

A great and glorious Land!