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If you leave the gloom of London and you seek a glowing land, Where all except the flag is strange and new, There's a bronzed and stalwart fellow who will grip you by the hand, And greet you with a welcome warm and true; For he's your younger brother, the one you sent away Because there wasn't room for him at home; And now he's quite contented, and he's glad he didn't stay, And he's building Britain's greatness o'er the foam.

When the giant herd is moving at the rising of the sun, And the prairie is lit with rose and gold,