Here's a little more of "the folk process at work for you..."

I learned it like this:

Land of the Silver Birch

Land of the silver birch, home of the beaver
Where still the mighty moose wanders at will

CHORUS
Blue lake and rocky shore, I will return once more
Boom-di-di-boom-boom
Boom-di-di-boom-boom
Boom-di-di-boom-boom
Boom-boom

Swift as a silver fish, my canoe of birch bark
By mighty waters carried afar

Down where the blue lake lies, I'll build my wigwam
Under the shining stars, I'll sing my song