Verse 1:
We rode in with maple steel and frostbitten grace,
No handbook yet, just a battlefield face.
Burned the barns, took the spoils, marched through the mist,
Checked off the war crimes — before they made the list.
Chorus:
Oh Canada, before the ink was dry,
We made our mark with a northern sigh.
No rules to break, no lines to cross,
Just winter wrath and righteous gloss.
We did it all, with a grin so wide—
Before Geneva told us what to hide.
Verse 2:
Bayonets blessed by the clergy’s hand,
We baptized fire across the land.
Civvies fled, but we were fast,
“Collateral” wasn’t a word back then — just passed.
Bridge:
We gave no quarter, we took no shame,
History hadn’t named the game.
But when the ink dried and the rules were penned,
We nodded slow… and played pretend.
Final Chorus:
Oh Canada, the smiling sin,
We wore our crimes with a gentleman’s grin.
Before the world said “don’t do that,”
We’d already done it — and tipped our hat.
So raise a glass to the days gone by,
When war was raw and rules were shy.