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of Labrador,
Watched them roll back to the great northern sea.

From the Vancouver Island to the Alberta Highland,
Cross the prairie, the Lakes to Ontario’s

I'm back to how I felt on those days
Return to what the world can't take away 
I love you

The field I used to hold my brother on 
The toronto streets

Ontario is carrying me home
Right for the snow
All dark underneath, oh
See how the trees
Make excuses for me
And the baseball field
Will not

in a field in place called Ballyvaughan

Surfin' for love surfin' for life 
Send your heart  o down the line
Moments from Ontario, Canadae  
Is Sean in

Canadian Pacific

Hank Snow

The Singing Ranger, Vol. 4

1995

star-ving.
In Ontario I was a lumber-jack.

Man-itoba and Saskatchewan then followed,
Where the wheat fields and the old Red River flowed.
In the quiet

Hey Tom, You ever been to Tillsonburg?|Tillsonburg? My back still aches when I hear that word|While, a way down Southern Ontario|I never had a nickle

Tillsonberg

Stompin' Tom Connors

25 of the Best Stompin' Tom Souvenirs

1998

Hey Tom, You ever been to Tillsonburg?
Tillsonburg? My back still aches when I hear that word
While, a way down Southern Ontario
I never had

the land they stand
Essential oils, body care, soaps and herbs so fine
At Apple Hill Lavender Farm it's a fragrant paradigm
In Ontario, where fields stretch

bells
You won't do well if you do tell
Trapped in a few cells
It's life in a new Hell

Change of scenario (Outta here)
Passport to Ontario
Grass cut

and the boys and Laura of 1812
Where the river runs low to Ontario and oh that girl with open arms
Organic thoughts and open arms

Niagara Niagara where

little Dixie
Black and brown coat
She left on my front door
Took all my money and my love onto Ontario
I'm goin to drink every city light
Not think of my

you see me wearing a hat? 
No Ontario on a track 

No food in my stomach and I'm straight to the mic 
So I get it off right 
Long nights 
And them

number one tha top shotta
I'm in tha field like tha farmer barley wheat hops and horchata
Preferrin' death not dishonor put fishy ninjas in tartar
I

and poetry
I think it’s true, I’m really missing you
Fields turn into forests as we head into Ontario
The trees are still hesitant to show us all their colours

anywhere we go
Meet at Brodie's garage then mob to Carson or Ontario

Matter of fact, thinking back that's where I met her
Sneaking out to the tracks in her

how you figure
And you gon' need new balances to balance it, lil' nigga
The art of war, see in the field, we call Audibles Its baptized in Lake Ontario

the October fields
They're in my line of vision
Border crossings and welcome signs
The officer asks what we plan to visit
It's bringing me back to a strange

Scarecrow in a pale dress
Face pressed on this greasy gas station window
White River, Ontario
Sidelong looks at boys
Lined up like beer cans

Highway 1 East

John K. Samson

Provincial

2012

On fossil fuels and magazines
So let this field of flax foreclose on everything I owe
And scratch Saskatchewan away
Make Manitoba paper dolls
Lift up