I just remembered some more, I think. If this is not actually part of the same song, Dad used to combine it with Dip, Dip. There is a tempo change with this part:

From Lake Agnes to Louisa to Kannipi we will go,
To see the loon and hear her plaintive wail;
And if you think within your heart
There's a swagger in me step
Then you've never been along the Border trail.

(Dad's dream was to make it to Great Slave Lake by canoe; he never made that one, but they did make it into Poobah Lake one year. He also paddled from the northern most Somers "camp" into Atikoken alone late one night to bring his boys fresh meat and salad.......Oh, gee, Dad, I miss you so)