align="left">THE SONS OF OUR MOTHERS
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In the Ramah's of our day.
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CHRISTMAS IN QUEBEC |
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I got notice sometam lately.
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THE CLEVELAND MESSAGE |
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It is such a fad at present.
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THE SULTAN AT POTSDAM |
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Mohammed, Dammed gift of God,
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JOHN LABONNE'S DREAM |
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All las' night I was me dreaming,
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THE DERELICT |
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I will write a short sketch of a free-hearted wretch.
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GAGNE'S CAVALRY |
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Ma Rosie write to me somet'ing,
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THE GRIPPE |
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To see us now deceivers.
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TRUDEL'S TRAVELS |
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Said Joe, I mus' go w'ere de snow she don' blow,
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THE END OF THE TRAIL |
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I was summoned in the gloaming,
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HOMESICK |
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I am tire' now for roam Rosemarie,
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THE GALLANT 58TH |
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O come all ye loyal volunteers,
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THE FENIAN RAID |
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From de country of de Eagle,
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A LEAP YEAR PARTY |
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The night before last Hallowe'en,
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THE HOLLERNZOLLERN'S PRAYER |
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Dear Gott, der weight of "right divine,"
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ALASKA BOUNDARY LINE |
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Now that little Venezuela,
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THE GUARD OF LAFAYETTE |
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Ma Rosie say to me today,
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THE LUMBERJACK |
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We have songs on many topics,
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THE BOOK AGENT |
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The sun rose in beauty,
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JEAN LABONNE |
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I am now one lumberjack,
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CANADIANS, GUARD YOUR OWN |
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"On feet of clay," false prophets say,
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GUARD THE GAELIC |
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Is it not our bounden right?
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THE AMERICAN EAGLE |
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Lofty is thy habitation,
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DONALD McLEOD |
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The sun hath set and leaves the day,
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