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Let every man who swings an axe,
    Or follows at the plough,
Abandon farm and homestead,
    And grasp a rifle now!
We'll trust the God of Battles,
    Although our force be small;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
    And answer to my call!

Let mothers, though with breaking hearts,
    Give up their gallant sons;
Let maidens bid their lovers go,
    And wives their dearer ones!
Then rally to the frontier,
    And form a living wall;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
    And answer to my call!