Gay Adventures
Compiled by Donalda Dickie, Belle Ricker, Clara Tyner and T.W. Woodhead
(J.M. Dent and Sons. Toronto, 1947)
Travel
He railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engines streaming.
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing,
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
Page 121.
Our Fathers Came
To Canada our fathers came
and gave the unknown land its name,
This Canada of ours;
The eager rivalry and strife
Of older nations brought to life
This Canada of ours;
They fought for what they thought was good;
God in His mercy, understood
And formed into a brotherhood
This Canada of ours.
In strength together we will stand
Defending our beloved land,
This Canada of ours;
And never shall it cease to be
A nation where all men are free,
In harmony, from sea to sea,
This Canada of ours.
With joy we welcome those who dome,
In loyalty, to make their home,
This Canada of ours;
To them we give our rights to share,
From them we ask always to bear
In love, in honor, and in prayer
This Canada of ours.
Pages 137-138.
O CANADA
O Canada, terre de nos aiëux,
Ton front est cient
De fleurons glorieux’
Car ton bras sait porter l’épée,
Il sait porter la croix;
Ton histoire est une épopée
Des plus brilliant exploits;
Et ta valeur de foi trempée
Protegera nos foyers et nos droits
Protegera nos foyers et nos droits.
Sir Adophe Routhier
Page 171.
A Canadian Christmas Carol
Jesus Ahatonhia
‘Twas in the moon of winter-time when all the birds had fled.
The might Gitchie Manitou sent angel choirs instead.
Before their light the starts grew dim,
And wandering hunters hear the hymn.
“Jesus your king is born,
Jesus is born.
In Excelsis Gloria.”
Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found.
A ragged robe of rabbit-skin enwrapped his beauty round.
And as the hunter braves drew nigh,
The angel song rang loud and high.
“Jesus your king is born,
Jesus is born.
In Excelsis Gloria.”
The earliest moon of winter-time is not so round and fair
As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there.
While chiefs from far before him knelt
With gifts of fox and beaver pelt.
“Jesus your king is born,
Jesus is born.
In Excelsis Gloria.”
Children of the forest free, sons of Manitou,
The Holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you.
Come kneel before the radiant Boy
Who brings you beauty, peace and joy.
Father Brébeuf
Pages 172-171.
Kookabura
Kookabura, Kookabura sitting on a gum tree high among the branches,
Up tip top when a lizard passes rustling in the grasses,
Down you pounce and catch him
Flip, flap, flop.
Kook-kook! Kook-kook! Then you chuckle gaily,
Laugh your merry laughter,
Ha- ha, hoo, hoo, hoo!
Ha-ha, hoo, hoo,
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo,
Ha, ha, hoo, hoo
Ha, ha! Till you make our sides ache - laughing at you.
Laughing at you.
Words by Annie R. Rentoul
Music by Georgette Peterson
Page 251.
The Neighborhood Library
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any curser like a page
Of prancing poetry.
Page 292.