O Canada, Our gracious neighbor land,
Civility,
We thought your sons command.
W-i-i-th breaking hearts
W-e-e saw them plunge
From True North to nadir point.
In Vancouver’s streets
Sans Stanley Cup
The-e-y got their noses out of joint.
God keep your land,
Propitiatory,
Or, Canada, we’ll stand on guard versus thee.
Keep vi-o-lence on ice for ho-oc-key.
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