Lyrics:
Horn
To me heave away, haul away
You'll wish to God you'd never been born
Chorus:
In South Australia my native land
To me heave away, haul away
As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter
Through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land
You say you don't
O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love
In all thy sons' command.
With glowing hearts
We see thee rise,
Terrance: "That's right,
man
A native son in a foreign land
Makes you homesick
Listen close to the guitar man
A native son in a foreign land
The boy is homesick
He's
kinds of trouble
So we said just sign
On the dotted line
And we'll define a reservation
But now the elders stand
On their native land
Only finding
I'm an American man, this is my native land
Where no one lies about paintings
But that's not the case in France
Where the naked ladies dance and they
Wandering far from his home
Most of his family were with him then
And nothing but life did they own
Tortured by war in their native land
Their only
But still there was no rest for me
I grieve to leave my native land
I grieve to leave my comrades all
And my parents, whom I held so dear
And my
place where in a prince might dwell,
Oh why did you abandon it, the reason to me tell?
Oh son I loved my native land with energy and pride
'Til
As we walk together through the autumn, nearing winter
Through the dying leaves and trees we call our home and native land
You say you don't
we never talk about it
But now I am proposing
Get this girl some diamonds
Please freaking say yes, girl
I'm an American man
This is my native land
Let's all rise like the day began
Reach out and touch with the Savior's hand
On rock, we stand like this native land
Let the ways of love be the ways
went on a date there so long ago
And she never ever ever ever ever let me go
You cost millions so Canadians
Could look out at their home on native
of the skinwalker
No pity for the traitor
Curse of the skinwalker
The natives cursed the land
Curse of the skinwalker
No pity for the traitor
Curse of the skinwalker
It's a storm coming
Can you hear that
DJ Phish
Native Thug
Bigg Dave
It's a storm coming
Southwest natives we rising
From the savage lands
From
O Canada
Our home and native land!
True patriot love
In all thy sons command
With glowing hearts, we see thee rise,
Our true north strong and free
to 3000 an hour
"The 4 Host First Nations" were created the give the games the appearance of having indigenous support
Sacred native lands are being raped
the lonesome sparrow calls
His notes evokes a broken key
As you can understand
Which makes us roving strangers all
From our native land
So treat me kindly as I
sacred
Ten fingers with Ten Torquoise Rings
You are on Native Land
This is not a game
Desert Eagles make you fly
And I just might let it sang
Yáátééh
Im
land is here and now
Cause i bring a little something from my underground
My native nation my peeps is waiting
I'm speaking up cause I'm motivated
My
outside to know what we're bound to face
The level of disparity, the common man
The manner of destruction of the native land
The poverty of reprisal
Keep it for that Instagram
We natives of this land man
(I'm repping the BDG, the D-plate city, know what I mean? City of flowers homie)
Yea we got bare
native land?
Can't you see we share this town,
So why on earth should we tear it down?
Irish land.
Now a' is done that men can do,
And a' is done in vain,
My Love and Native Land fareweel,
For I maun cross the main, my dear,
For I
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