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Oh would ye hear, and would ye hear / Of the windy, wide North-West? / Faith! 'tis a land as green as the sea, / That rolls as far and rolls as free, / With drifts of flowers, so many there be, / Where the cattle roam and rest.
Oh could ye see, and could ye see / The great gold skies so clear, / The rivers that race through the pine-shade dark, / The mountainous snows that take no mark, / Sun-lit and high on the Rockies stark, / So far they seem as near.