The Native Born Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDED FFGGCDED HIIJJCDED KKLMNDED OOPPNDED| There's a thing we love to think of when the summer days are long | A |
| And the summer winds are blowing and the summer sun is strong | A |
| When the orchards and the meadows throw their fragrance on the air | B |
| When the grain fields flaunt their riches and the glow is everywhere | B |
| Something sings it all the day | C |
| Canada fair Canada | D |
| And the pride thrills through and through us | E |
| 'Tis our birthplace Canada | D |
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| There's a thing we love to think of when the frost and ice and snow | F |
| Hold high carnival together and the biting north winds blow | F |
| There's a thing we love to think of through the bitter winter hours | G |
| For it stirs a warmth within us 'tis this fair young land of ours | G |
| Something sings it all the day | C |
| Canada fair Canada | D |
| And the pride thrills through and through us | E |
| 'Tis our birthplace Canada | D |
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| Ours with all her youth and promise ours with all her strength | H |
| and might | I |
| Ours with all her mighty waters and her forests deep as night | I |
| Other lands may far outshine her boast more charms than she can claim | J |
| But this young land is our own land and we love her very name | J |
| Something sings it all the day | C |
| Canada fair Canada | D |
| And the pride thrills through and through us | E |
| 'Tis our birthplace Canada | D |
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| Let the man born in old England love the dear old land the most | K |
| For what spot a man is born in of that spot he's fain to boast | K |
| Let the Scot look back toward Scotland with a longing in his eyes | L |
| And the exile from old Erin think her green shores paradise | M |
| Native born are we are we | N |
| Canada fair Canada | D |
| And the pride thrills through and through us | E |
| 'Tis our birthplace Canada | D |
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| Well we love that sea girt island and we strive to understand | O |
| All the greatness all the grandeur of the glorious Mother Land | O |
| And we cheer her to the skies cheer her till the echoes start | P |
| For the old land holds our homage but the new land holds our heart | P |
| Native born are we are we | N |
| Canada fair Canada | D |
| And the pride thrills through and through us | E |
| 'Tis our birthplace Canada | D |
Jean Blewett
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