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<h3> OH! CAN YOU LEAVE YOUR NATIVE LAND? </h3>
<p>A Canadian Song</p>
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Oh! can you leave your native land<br/>
An exile's bride to be;<br/>
Your mother's home, and cheerful hearth,<br/>
To tempt the main with me;<br/>
Across the wide and stormy sea<br/>
To trace our foaming track,<br/>
And know the wave that heaves us on<br/>
Will never bear us back?<br/>
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And can you in Canadian woods<br/>
With me the harvest bind,<br/>
Nor feel one lingering, sad regret<br/>
For all you leave behind?<br/>
Can those dear hands, unused to toil,<br/>
The woodman's wants supply,<br/>
Nor shrink beneath the chilly blast<br/>
When wintry storms are nigh?<br/>
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Amid the shades of forests dark,<br/>
Our loved isle will appear<br/>
An Eden, whose delicious bloom<br/>
Will make the wild more drear.<br/>
And you in solitude will weep<br/>
O'er scenes beloved in vain,<br/>
And pine away your life to view<br/>
Once more your native plain.<br/>
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Then pause, dear girl! ere those fond lips<br/>
Your wanderer's fate decide;<br/>
My spirit spurns the selfish wish—<br/>
You must not be my bride.<br/>
But oh, that smile—those tearful eyes,<br/>
My firmer purpose move—<br/>
Our hearts are one, and we will dare<br/>
All perils thus to love!<br/></p>
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