Arouse Ye Brave Canadians: Lines Suggested by General Brock's Stirring Appeal to the People of Upper
Canadian's arms are stout and strong,
Canadian hearts are true ;
Your homes were in the forest made,
Where pine and maple grew.
A haughty foe is marching
Your country to enthrall ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
Let every man who swings an axe,
Or follows at the plough,
Abandon farm and homestead,
And grasp a rifle now !
We'll trust the God of Battles,
Although our force be small ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
Let mothers, though with breaking hearts,
Give up their gallant sons ;
Let maidens bid their lovers go,
And wives their dearer ones !
Then rally to the frontier,
And form a living wall ;
Arouse ye, brave Canadians,
And answer to my call !
poem by J.D. Edgar (1893)
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We're Coming! We're Coming!
We're coming, we're coming, the fearless and free,
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea!
True sons of brave sires who battled of yore,
When England's proud lion ran wild on our shore!
We're coming, we're coming, from mountain and glen,
With hearts to do battle for freedom again;
Oppression is trembling as trembled before
The slavery which fled from our fathers of yore.
We're coming, we're coming, with banners unfurled,
Our motto is FREEDOM, our country the world;
Our watchword is LIBERTY-tyrants beware!
For the liberty army will bring you despair!
We're coming, we're coming, we'll come from afar,
Our standard we'll nail to humanity's car;
With shoutings we'll raise it, in triumph to wave,
A trophy of conquest, or shroud for the brave.
Then arouse ye, brave hearts, to the rescue come on!
The man-stealing army we'll surely put down;
They are crushing their millions, but soon they must yield,
For
freemen
have
risen
and taken the field.
Then arouse ye! arouse ye! the fearless and free,
Like the winds of the desert, the waves of the sea;
Let the north, west, and east, to the sea-beaten shore,
Resound
with a
liberty triumph
once more.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Poets to Come
POETS to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me, and answer what I am for;
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than
before known,
Arouse! Arouse--for you must justify me--you must answer.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment, only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness.
I am a man who, sauntering along, without fully stopping, turns a
casual look upon you, and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Brave Little Soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
I must fight, I must win
Im a brave little soldier
Through hell and back again
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum
Per rum, pum, pum, pum, pum
Ye though I am marching through the valley filled with fear
My steps are sure and sturdy and my aim is straight and clear
The enemy is stalking me just waiting for the kill
Like david slewed galiath
I will claim this battle field
Im a brave little soldier
I must do what I can
Im a brave little soldier
And I must take a stand
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Marching, marching onward
Searching out the light of truth
I did not start the war
But its a battle I cant lose
Faith will be my armor
And love my sword and shield
I must defeat the enemy
I will, I will, I will
A brave little soldier
I must be bold and strong
A brave little soldier
And I must carry on
A brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Im a brave little soldier
A brave little soldier
Brave, little soldier
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Women Are Redundant
Amorous songs arouse.
Erotic scenes arouse.
Woman at sight arouse.
They are the substitutes
To the denial of sex.
Having been used to it,
Men dispense with women.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Dead Do Not Answer
THE DEAD DO NOT ANSWER
The dead do not answer
We call to them in the night
But they do not respond
It is our heart calling to them
Our pain our love our need
But they do not answer
All our memories call to them
All that they have been to us
And we with them
We call and call and call
Again and again and again
But they do not answer
The dead do not answer
And we will not answer either.
I
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Your little Heart
CHORUS
A little heart will never be so big
A little heart will always be so small
A little heart will never have the dig
A little heart won’t answer to the call
1
If you really want to love someone
Make sure your heart’s a big one
Or else you will find that it’s no fun
When they take their love and run
CHORUS
A little heart will never be so big
A little heart will always be so small
A little heart will never have the dig
A little heart won’t answer to the call
2
A big heart will always be filled with love
A big heart will be your turtledove
A big heart will love you day or night
A big heart will love you wrong or right
CHORUS
A little heart will never be so big
A little heart will always be so small
A little heart will never have the dig
A little heart won’t answer to the call
When they take their things and run
3
Don’t look at someone else’s heart
It’s yours that stand’s apart
Don’t be known to have a little heart
But one filled huge with love to start
CHORUS
A little heart will never be so big
A little heart will always be so small
A little heart will never have the dig
A little heart won’t answer to the call
When they take their things and run
4
Remember to give your heart away
Fill it with love each day
And then there will be no dismay
When you hear somebody say
YOUR little heart will never be so big
YOUR little heart will always be so small
YOUR little heart will never have the dig
YOUR little heart won’t answer to the call
YOUR little heart will never be so big
YOUR little heart will always be so small
YOUR little heart will never have the dig
YOUR little heart won’t answer to the call
COPYRIGHT HENRY N BROWN 080104
poem by Henry Brown
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Is Multiculturalism A Disaster Feb 21st 2011
Has multiculturalism become a monstrous disaster?
Strange language ghetto schools with their own strange headmasters,
Dividing old Canadians from new Canadians and much more,
Shut off behind a politically correct locked school doors.
Has multicultural ideas allowed this to come about?
Should we think about throwing multiculturalism out?
Or are Canadians being divided into this or that?
Where being united has as much appeal as a flying bat.
Has multiculturalism taken on the form of a religion?
A sickness not too different than a form of drug addiction?
Is multiculturalism a national poison taking effect?
Should we go to the doctor and get a medical check?
Feb 21st,2011
poem by James Bredin
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So without that Canadian invention we were grounded. And so that was a really important and key part of the mission and Canadians should take real pride in it.
quote by Chris Hadfield
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My Brave Face
(mccartney/macmanus)
My brave, my brave, my brave face
Ive been living in style
Unaccustomed as I am
To the luxury life
Ive been hitting the town
And it didnt hit back
Ive been doing the rounds
Unaccustomed as I am
To the time on my hands
Now I dont have to tell anybody
When Im gonna get back
Ever since you went away Ive had the sentimental inclination not to change a single thing
As I pull the sheet back on the bed I want to go bury my head in your pillow
Now that Im alone again
I cant stop breaking down again
The simplest things set me off again
Take me to that place
Where I can find my brave face
Where I can find my brave face
My brave, my brave, my brave face
Ive been living a lie
Unaccustomed as I am
To the work of a housewife
I been breaking up dirty dishes
And been throwing them away
Ever since you left I have been trying to compose a baby, would you please come home note meant for you
As I clear away another untouched tv dinner from the table I made for two
Now that Im alone again
I cant stop breaking down again
The simplest things set me off again
Take me to that place
Where I can find my brave face
Where I can find my brave face
My brave, my brave, my brave face
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Can We Change the System
Are human rights written down somewhere like the law of the land?
Does Trudeau’s Charter give terrorists the right to take a stand?
Why are we not allowed binding referendums like the Swiss?
Would our politicians allow this or would they just dismiss?
Should Canadians have recall to keep politicians in check?
Eighteen US States have recall in their constitution deck,
The State of California has used recall, not once, but twice,
Canadians still can’t have it so it’s like the throw of the dice.
Should Canadians have propositions or are they forbidden too?
If we needed these changes; when and where or who should we go to?
Does all that noise in Parliament amount to a hill of beaan?
Do we need a new political party maybe like the Greens?
Nov 21st.2010
poem by James Bredin
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No Compulsory Voting In Canada
Canadian politicians can’t have an independent thought,
Locked into some party agenda or they could be distraught,
But if they are real careful they could get a Senate appointment,
And then there is no need for any election disappointment.
Canadians don’t elect their prime ministers by their names,
It’s their party friends that elect them with hidden party aims,
Where no one heard of recall or proportional representation,
No set-date elections, which they avoid without explanation.
And one could get an appointment to the UN in NY,
Banned from their Security Council but good for years of pork,
They like the fact that only half Canadians manage to vote,
Compulsory voting is something they will never promote.
Jan 24th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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We've Had It All
There ain't a road that we ain't traveled
Good times and bad both great and small
And when it seemed it all would come unraveled
We held each other and we stood tall.
And all my dreams are still about you
You're still the answer I need when I call
While some may say in life that they had nothing
You and I girl, we've had it all.
Never imagined when I first met you
That our love would last so long
The fire still burns each time I touch you
The strength inside you has made me strong.
And all my dreams are still about you
You're still the answer I need when I call
While some may say in life that they had nothing
You and I girl, we've had it all.
We've let nothing come between us
We've stood the cold hard test of time
Vows we've made we've never broken
Oh, 'cause I've cherished yours, you've cherished mine
I can't remember my life without you
Our hearts together have made us whole
When we complete our final journey
I'll have your spirit, you'll have my soul.
'Cause you and I girl, we've had it all...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Canadian Censorship June 27th,2012
CANADIAN CENSORSHIP June 27th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
I feel sorry for the great Ezra Levant but what can I do?
A group of agitators want to close him down, so what's new?
They called in the Canadian Broadcasting Standards Council, some time ago,
They want the government to close down his great TV show.
Because he used some words in Spanish for added Latin flair,
That was enough for them to call the censor to get him off the air,
They also want the Internet controlled by CRTC soon,
The upcoming inquisition will be a great left-wing boom.
Canadians will have to return to a more submissive age,
Where we only listen and learn and cannot show our rage,
Will we get a list of what is allowed and what is banned?
Will we all enjoy this new censorship and think it's grand?
June 27th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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My Brave Face
My brave face.
Ive been living in style
Unaccustomed as I am to the luxury life.
Ive been hitting the town and it didnt hit back.
Ive been doing the rounds
Unaccustomed as I am to the time on my hands.
Now I dont have to tell anybody when Im gonna get back.
Ever since you went away Ive had this sentimental
Inclination not to change a single thing.
As I pull the sheets back on the bed I want to go bury my head
In your pillow.
Chorus:
Now that Im alone again, I cant stop breaking down again,
The simplest things set me off again
And take me to that place
Where I cant find my brave face
Where I cant find my brave face
My brave, my brave, my brave face.
Ive been living a lie
Unaccustomed as I am
To the work of a housewife,
Ive been breaking up
Dirty dishes and throwing them away.
Ever since you left I have been trying to
Compose a baby will you please come home note
Meant for you.
As I clear away another
Untouched tv dinner
From the table I laid for two.
Now that Im alone again
I cant stop breaking down again,
The simplest things set me off again
And take me to that place
Where I cant find my brave face,
Where I cant find my brave face,
My brave, my brave, my brave face.
My brave face.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Propositions, Referendums and Canadians
The US has referendums and propositions which we don’t,
Ottawa politicians have been asked to allow them but they wont,
Reason enough why less than half Canadians bother to vote,
And why establishment Ottawa politicians can gloat.
Canadians have long been brainwashed and trained not to think,
And have been told that certain political subjects might stink,
Human rights and multiculturalism is the way to go,
Politically correct so all Canadians should know.
Canadians are not allowed to go and arrange to die,
No euthanasia or death with dignity and we don’t know why,
Blacklisted from being in the UN Security Council crowd,
By weird UN bought members who all feel so pompously proud.
New York has been too lenient with the pompous UN crowd,
Many of them terrorist dictatorships screaming out loud,
Where they can get their communist or strange propaganda heard,
And any normal UN stuff can be postponed and deferred.
Nov 24th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Leap Of Faith
Words and music by michelle branch
One less call to answer,
Feeling full of despair,
Dont think I can get through it,
Just one last prayer.
*and its a leap of faith,
When you believe theres someone out there,
Its a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
And when I call out to you,
Will you be right there,
Right there.
Searching for the answer,
Nobody seems to care,
Oh how I wish that you were here,
Beside me,
To wipe away my tears.
*and its a leap of faith,
When you believe theres someone out there,
Its a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
And when I call out to you,
Will you be right there,
Right there.
Waiting for the answer,
Remembering times we would share,
Somehow I feel you here beside me,
Even though your not there.
*and its a leap of faith,
When you believe theres someone out there,
Its a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
And when I call out to you,
Will you be right there-
Bridge:
Right there---
And Ill be waiting by the window for your smile to come through,
And Ill be waiting in the darkness when I call out to you,
And Ill remember when you told me,
I could trust in you-
*and its a leap of faith,
When you believe theres someone out there,
Its a leap of faith when you believe that someone cares, oh,
And when I call out to you,
Will you be right there-
Its a leap of faith,
And I believe that you are out there,
Its a leap of faith and I believe you truly care, oh,
And when I call out to you,
I know youll be right there,
Right there,
And its a leap of faith.
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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Canadıan Bındıng Referendums
If the Swiss have binding referendums, why can’t we?
Are we so submissive that we get down on one knee?
If those in Oregon have death with dignity, why can’t we?
Is this a Supreme-Court dictatorship where we have to agree?
It might mean that us Canadians could call the place ours.
And the establishment hierarchy might loose some power.
We need a permanent constitutional committee for change,
But our appointees and politicians refuse to arrange.
Because no one has the guts to propose this type of change,
The complacent media look on these ideas as very strange,
It can’t happen, it will not happen because it’s completely banned,
Without binding referendums, Canadians just can’t demand.
poem by James Bredin
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What's going on in Ottawa?
Those binding referendums that the Swiss seem to have nailed down,
It’s enough for some Canadians to feel like a clown,
Because Canadians are forbidden to have this type of change,
The establishment and politicians think of this as too strange.
This subject is also hidden and gets no media reportage,
We have Trudeau’s Charter so therefore there is no shortage,
And Canadians are not required to vote so who really cares?
There is also recall which we are totally unawares.
But how do we get politicians to pay attention to what we need?
Like binding referendums and recall and we should be agreed.
How do we get mandatory voting where those who don’t, get fined?
The lack of action from Ottawa just cannot be defined.
Jan 20th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Raindrops of Innocence
Crystal raindrops and romantic breeze
Arouse this reality that becomes you.
For the moon you are stood in nakedness
Intimidating eye with purity hidden for long.
Purity disguised with ruggedness.
Alas! Some raw gem you are.
As eye wear the coat of silence,
Raindrops still singing away
For this two in converse so
Deep, innocence you are arrested
My soul.
The sadness you feel about the world
Made you cry your heart away.
Amazingly! The roving eyes of adventurous
Men sees nothing of your pain.
They call you evasive, they call you deceptive.
For this emotionally depressed mind, them care nothing about,
But this day, eye so cherished the you in nature to me
You displayed
As eye brood this feelings thyself arouse in an
Inquisitive a heart that is mine,
Eye remember nature that weathered
These crystal raindrops of innocence
We shared.
©1997
poem by Akachukwu Chukwuemeka
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My Native Land!
WHERE is the minstrel's native land?
Where the flames of light and feeling glow;
Where the flowers are wreathed for beauty's brow;
Where the bounding heart swells strong and high,
With holy hopes which may not die--
There is my native land!
What is that bright land's music name?
Ere it bent its neck to a foreign yoke,
It was called the land of the broad strong oak--
The land of the free--the German land--
But her sons lie slain by the stranger's hand,
And she weeps sad tears of shame.
Why does the minstrel's country weep?
That the hurricane's rage hath bowed the pride
Of those who should stem the rising tide;
That her princes quail--and that none will hear
Her holy words of might and fear--
Therefore my land must weep!
To whom does the minstrel's country call?
It calls to the silent heavenly powers,
With despair, as the thunder darkly lowers,
For its freedom--for those who should break its chain--
For the hand that never strikes in vain--
To these doth my country call!
For what does the minstrel's country sigh?
That the bloodhound may hunt beyond the bound
Of the soil which brave hearts make holy ground;
That the serf may cease; and our sons be free,
Or those who have borne them, cease to be--
For this does my country sigh!
And still doth the minstrel's country hope?
Her hope is firm, for her cause is good--
That her brave will rise, and her true in blood;
And that God the avenger, our fathers' God,
Will mark the tears that bedew her sod--
Such is my country's hope!
poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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