I was looking back through this thread and couldn't believe that we all overlooked Rick Fielding's "Angus Fraser" which is completely about Canada, as seen through the life of an old fella, a Scottish immigrant, looking back.

ANGUS FRASER
©Rick Fielding, BMI

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My name is Angus Fraser, ninety summers I have seen.
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Born below decks on an immigrant ship sailing out of Aberdeen.
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To leave her land and kinfolk near to broke my mother's heart.
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For a newborn babe on a twelve-foot wave, hard times from the start.

Halifax was my first home, and I grew up hard and strong.
I watched my old man waste away from working so damned long.
At sixteen years, in a uniform, I crossed the seas again.
To defend this land, I shot a man. Those were hard times then.

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    Those were hard times then; not a dollar left to spend.
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    We paid the cost for what we lost and faced it once again.
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    Hard times then; it seemed they'd never end,
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    But we fought like hell and we lived to tell of the hard times once again.

I worked again until the crash sent prices tumbling down.
Hung on by my fingertips till the banker's men came 'round.
To throw a farmer's family out, that's the worst of any crimes.
It was called the Great Depression, but I called it more hard times.

Once again aboard a train, this time I rode alone.
In an empty boxcar, prarie winds can chill you to the bone.
I'd heard of work in the logging camps on B.C.'s northern coast.
By God, I missed my family. That's when hard times hurt the most.

    And those were hard times then...

For seven years I swung an axe, cut down a million trees.
She sent love and I sent my pay, but in time we ceased to be.
The next war came and, once again, I answered when they called,
But the days and nights in a prison camp were the hardest times of all.

I worked the mills in Cornwall, fished in Newfoundland.
I love this country east to west, for I built it with my hands.
Twice more I got married, now my children number eight.
Oh, the hard times coming 'round again, guess that's to be their fate.

    Those were hard times then...
    Those were hard times then...