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When first I did ap pear u pon this native soil _ _
All up and down this country at labor I did toil _ _
I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun _ _
I rambled through the canyons where the cold rivers run _ _ | _
When first I did come down where the land meets the sea _ _
The people said who are you and what would your name be _ _
I said I have no home and I am no man's son _ _
'Twas inland I was born and from inland that I come _
I _ n the good land I was young and I was strong
No one dared to call me son
Happy just to see my day's work done
See my day's work done_ _
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So I swung an axe as a timberjack and I worked the Quebec mines _ _
And on the golden prairie I rode the big com bines _ _
I sailed the maritime waters of many a seaport town _ _
Built the highways and the byways to the western salmon grounds _ _
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I've gazed upon the good times I've seen the bad times, too _ _
Felt many a cold and bitter wind and many a mornin' dew _ _
I've watched the country growin' like a fair and mighty thing _ _
And on the still of a summer night I've heard the mountains ring _ _
I _ n the good land I was young and I was strong
No one dared to call me son
Happy just to see my day's work done
See my day's work done_ _
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But now the seeds are planted and the gates are open wide _ _
The old ways are for gotten there's no place left to hide _ _
And the legacy I'm leavin' you is not very hard to find _ _
You'll see it all a round you at this crossroads of time _
I _ n the sweet soil it's a- growin' _ _ at the crossroads _ _
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