. Book of song poems. Scenes in British Columbia andBurying Ground. Moose hunting in British Columbia,By the sportsmen it is fine fun; They wear snowsboes of a winters day,And capture their game on the run. THE PACIFIC SLOPE. WELL just take a noteOf the great Pacific slope:See the sheep and mountain goat,While we stay, while we stay. It is washed by the ocean deep,Bounded by the mountains steep,Where the rivers and ocean meet,While we stay, while we stay. Wonderful forests here are seen,The redwood, fir and cedar we and there crossed by a silvery we stay, while we stay.
. Book of song poems. Scenes in British Columbia andBurying Ground. Moose hunting in British Columbia,By the sportsmen it is fine fun; They wear snowsboes of a winters day,And capture their game on the run. THE PACIFIC SLOPE. WELL just take a noteOf the great Pacific slope:See the sheep and mountain goat,While we stay, while we stay. It is washed by the ocean deep,Bounded by the mountains steep,Where the rivers and ocean meet,While we stay, while we stay. Wonderful forests here are seen,The redwood, fir and cedar we and there crossed by a silvery we stay, while we stay. They have corn, oats and fruits are both solid and sweet,With fish and game to eat,While we stay, while we stay. We see the steamers in the bay,Loading with products while they go to distant ports away,While we stay, while we stay. Many precious stones are rich minerals there stone and marble under we stay, while we stay. August, Lake Ages, Alberta, Canada. There is a lake that is spreadFar above the ocean tide, Fenced in with mountains round;Its beauties are Natures pride THE PUGET SOUND. WE are now on the Sound,As we sail well take a look around, As we sail on;And see the beauties found,As we sail, as we sail. There many fish they catch, As we sail on;And the oysters, too, they fetch. As we sail on;The log rafts there they stretch, As we sail, as we sail. Some fine cities there are seen. As we sail on;Its banks are lined with evergreen. As we sail on;The hills are hid by a leafy screen, As we sail, as we sail. The Pacific Ocean soon well see, As we sail on;And among the waves well be, As we sail on;Where the shark and swordfish play. As we sail, as we sail. August, 1905. ^ssa
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