Oh beautiful spacious skies,
amber waves of poutine,
purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain (how gay)!
Oh Canada! Oh Canada
Pierre shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with avro arrowhood
From arctic ice to shining pulp mills!
O beautiful for Timbit metres
Whose stern...
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