National Policy

Oor fader lef' ole France behin', dat's

    many year ago,

An' how we get along since den, wall! ev'ry

    body know,

Few t'ousan' firse class familee was only come

    dat tam,

An' now we got pure Canayens; t'ee million

    peop' bedamme!

Dat's purty smart beez-neese, I t'ink we done

    on Canadaw,

An' we don't mak' no grande hooraw, but do

    it tranquillement

So if we're braggin' now an' den, we mus' be

    excuzay,

For no wan's never see before de record bus'

    dat way.

An' w'y should we be feel ashame, 'cos we

    have boy an' girl?

No matter who was come along, we'll match

    agen de worl';

Wit plaintee boy lak w'at we got no danger

    be afraid,

An' all de girl she look too nice for never come

    ole maid.

If we have only small cor-nere de sam' we

    have before

W'en ole Champlain an' Jacques Cartier firse

    jomp upon de shore

Dere's no use hurry den at all, but now you

    understan'

We got to whoop it up, ba gosh! for occupy

    de lan'!

W'at's use de million acre, w'at's use de belle

    riviere,

An' t'ing lak dat if we don't have somebody

    leevin' dere?

W'at's mak' de worl' look out for us, an' kip

    de nation free

Unless we're raison' all de tam some fine large

    familee?

Don't seem long we buil' dat road, Chemin

    de Pacifique,

Tak' honder dollar pass on dere, an' nearly two

    t'ree week,

Den look dat place it freeze so hard, on w'at

    you call Klon-dak,

Wall! if we have to fill dem up, we got some

    large contrac'!

Of course we're not doin' bad jus' now; so

    ev'rybody say,

But we dunno de half we got on Canadaw to-

    day,

An' still she's comin' beeger, an' never mak'

    no fuss,

So if we don't look out, firse t'ing, she'll get

    ahead of us.

De more I t'ink, de more I'm scare, de way

    she grow so fas',

An' worse of all it's hard to say how long de

    boom'll las'

But if she don't go slower an' ease up leetle

   bit,

Bimeby de Canayens will be some dead bird on

    de pit.

Den ev'ry body hip hooraw! an' sen' de

    familee

Along de reever, t'roo de wood, an' on de

    grande prairie,

Dat's only way I'm t'inkin arrange de w'ole

    affaire

An' mebbe affer wíle dere won't be too moche

    lan' for spare.