- Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver
- Where still the mighty moose wanders at will
- Blue lake and rocky shore
I will return once more
Boom-diddi-eye-di, boom-diddi-eye-di
Boom-diddi-eye-di, boom
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- My heart is sick for you, here in the lowlands
I will return to you, hills of the north
- Swift as a silver fish, canoe of birch bark
Thy mighty waterways carry me forth
- There where the blue lake lies, I'll set my wigwam
Close to the water's edge, silent and still
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