Canada's prime time (1960s)

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.