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My name is the Matthew with the wind away I'll sail I'll beat to the westward on a northerly gale In search of the spices and silks of the west With my master Cabot and eighteen young sailors Held close to my breast King Henry did charge me Columbus to best The riches awaiting my hold for to dress And so the adventure through swell and through gale It brought us to land in the fog on the strand A new world away Chorus: So raise up the cross of St. George my good lads For England and God this rock will now stand Our cannon and cutlass will be our command For a new generation hold the world in their hands In Bristiol a dandy I was proud to be This hellish long voyage this rock in the sea It chills to my mainmast to be so alone But claiming this country for Cabot and King Gives me the strength to go home Chorus So the wealth they imagined they found here that day Not silks not spices but the fish in the bay And the furs in the forest would many more bring And the wealth of our country this new land of ours Would cause us to sing So sing out for Canada stands here today Sing out a song for our homes by the bay Sing of John Cabot who ventured this way My name it is Matthew sing with me today |
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