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Song for Labrador
Sung to the tune of Glorious Things of Thee Are Spoken

In these wastes of icebound waters,
From this cold and rugged shore,
Lift your voices, sons and daughters,
Raise a song for Labrador.
Let the mountains hear their glory,
Let the weeds and rocks respond,
Echo to the age-old story,
Strengthening the ancient bond.

Long ago without our coming,
In the time that went before,
Neither trapper, fisher, trader,
Knew the coast of Labrador.
Yet her children lived in freedom
From the river to the shore,
Seeking trails to lands uncharted,
Indian and Eskimo.

Keep her heritage of nature,
Learn to love her treasures more,
Though strange ships have brought us hither
Let our home be Labrador.
Knowing neither town or city,
Born without a nation's place,
But enduring to the future
Through the virtue of her race.