Oh! Canada

[frisco-kid]

A Fenian Song
1. The Queen's Own Regiment was their name;
From fair Toronto town they came
To put the Irish all to shame -
The Queen's Own and Colonel Booker!

2. What fury fills each loyal mind!
No volunteer would stay behind.
They flung their red rag to the wind -
"Hurrah, my boys!" said Booker.

3. Now helter skelter Ohio,
See how they play that "heel and toe"!
See how they run from their Irish foe -
The Queen's Own and Colonel Booker!


Note: In 1866, some 1200 Fenian troops, mostly from Meagher's
Irish Brigade, invaded Canada, crossing at Buffalo. The first
Loyalist resistance came from the Queen's Own Rifles, a Toronto-
garrisoned force consisting largely of young college gentlemen,
and led by Colonel Alfred Booker. The Loyalists were routed, in
one of the Fenian's only victories.


BOLD FENIAN MEN

'Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened a while to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

"'Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and their eyes with hope gleaming
I see them again, sure, in all my daydreaming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men."

"Some died on the glenside, some died near a stranger
And wise men have told us that their cause was a failure
They fought for old Ireland and they never feared danger
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men."

I passed on my way, God be praised that I met her
Be life long or short, sure I'll never forget her
We may have brave men, but we'll never have better
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men


UP THE REPUBLIC!! IRELAND FOREVER!!

[phuloi]

Tom,
In no way was I painting all Canadiens with one wide brush stroke....just saying fuggoff to the pinheads that attempt to show honor to deserters and draft dodgers.

[frisco-kid]

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[revwardoc]

One of my wife's cousins went to Canada to evade the draft in 1968. He's still there, married to a gal from Toronto. About 5 years ago he came back to attend the wedding of another cousin and my wife introduced me to him. He knew that I'm an Air Force vet and he refused to "shake the hand of a government compensated murderer" (his words). He started to rant the usual "baby-killer" and "hospital-bomber" garbage when I "accidentely" spilled my drink on his shoes. I asked him if he'd like to step outside and I could "clean things up" but he just called me a "typical member of the military-industrial complex" (shades of Abbie Hoffman!) and went back to his table, his shoes squeaking all the way. He drove back to The Great White North the same day and hasn't returned. They've got themselves a fine citizen up there.

[DMZ-LT]

I would have kept a few of his teeth and part of his liver as a reminder of his visit