(Tune: Tramps and Hawkers)
I'm a young man from Canada some six feet in my shoes
I left my home for Cariboo on the first exciting news
In New York City I met a gent, introduced himself to me
Said I, "I come from Canada so you can't come over me."
I sailed on the crazy Champion all in the steerage too
I thought I'd got among the fiends or other horrid crew
If you had only seen them feed, it quite astonished me
And I'd been years in Canada in a lumberman's shanty.
And at an easy-
I landed here without a dime in 1863
But I'd been years in Canada, 'twas nothing new to me.
In best of homespun I was clad so I was warmly dressed
The wool it grew near Montreal in a place called Canada West
On Williams Creek they called me green and Johnny come lately
But, ah, I came from Canada, I ain't from the old country.
I started out my mining life by chopping cord wood
But I was born with axe in hand so I could use it good
My chum was from the state of Maine, somewhere near Tennessee
But, ah, I came from Canada and he couldn't chop with me.
In a short time I'd made a raise and bought into a claim
There they called me engineer or carman, 'tis the same
The drifters then did try it on to boss it over me
Said I, "I come from Canada and I'm on the shoulderee."
In two weeks I got a div which drove away all care
I went over to the wake-
I danced all night till broad daylight and a gal smiled sweet on me
Said I, "I come from Canada and I'm on the marry-
Now all young men who are in love and sure I am there's some
Don't count your chicks before they're hatched or they may never come
O when I asked that girl to wed she only laughed at me
"You may come from Canada but you can't come over me."