Inuvik. Mayo. Ft. Smith. Why, the excitement never ends!
Terrace. Ft. McPherson. Lynn Lake. Shucks, Canada overflows with urbanity!
Stewart. Meadow Lake. Aklavik. International centers of sophistication, each and every one!
But then, if you must live in Toronto, Ottawa, Quebec, Halifax, or other remote and isolated hamlets, why, Canada has those for you as well. But then you might find the excitement of Churchill or Old Crow overwhelming to recent arrivals from Ye Olde Sodde.
Personally I find Destruction Bay or Carcross or Johnson's Crossing about all the excitement I can handle whenever I "go North."
CANADA MY OWN LAND - Words and music by Tommy Makem Copyright 1982
The sun it comes up on the green fields of Newfoundland On Vancouver Island, he sheds his last ray The great Arctic Circle reflects back his glory The wheat-laden plains grow more golden each day
Chorus: This is my own land so fertile and beautiful Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free Priviledged the children, who call her their homeland Canada, my own land for ever you'll be
Proud are the people who travel your highways The farmer, the teacher, the factory hand The merchant, the miner, the doctor, the fisherman Proud to belong to this beautiful land
Chorus
Famed is your power and famed is your gentleness Your bounty is endless from sea to shining sea Your arms ever open to help those less fortunate A bright light of freedom to those who would be free