| The sun it comes up on the green fields of Newfoundland
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| On Vancouver Island, he sheds his last ray
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| The great Arctic Circle reflects back his glory
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| The wheat-laden plains grow more golden each day
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| This is my own land so fertile and beautiful
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| Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free
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| Privileged the children, who call her their homeland
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| Canada, my own land for ever you’ll be
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| Proud are the people who travel your highways
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| The farmer, the teacher, the factory hand
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| The merchant, the miner, the doctor, the fisherman
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| Proud to belong to this beautiful land
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| This is my own land so fertile and beautiful
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| Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free
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| Privileged the children, who call her their homeland
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| Canada, my own land for ever you’ll be
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| Famed is your power and famed is your gentleness
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| Your bounty is endless from sea to shining sea
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| Your arms ever open to help those less fortunate
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| A bright light of freedom to those who would be free
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| This is my own land so fertile and beautiful
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| Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free
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| Privileged the children, who call her their homeland
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| Canada, my own land for ever you’ll be |