1. Oh! brothers, come hither, and list to my story Merry and brief will the narrative be Here, like a monarch, I reign in my glory, Master am I, boys, of all that I see. Where once frown'd a forest, a garden is smiling The meadows and moorlands are marshes no more; And there curls the smoke of my cottage, beguiling The children who cluster like grapes at the door, Refrain: Then enter boys; cheerly, boys, enter and rest; The land of the heart is the land of the west. O-ho, boys! O-ho, boys! O-ho, boys! O-ho! 2. Talk not of the town, boys - give me the broad prairie, Where man like the wind roams impulsive and free; Behold how its beautiful colours all vary, Like those of the clouds, or the deep rolling sea. A life in the woods, boys, is ever as changing; With proud independence we measure our cheer, And those who the world are for happiness ranging, Won't find it at all if they don't find it here. Refrain: 3. Here, brothers, secure from all turmoil and danger, We reap what we sow, for the soil is our own; We spread hospitality's bread for the stranger, And care not a fig for the King on his throne. We never know want, far we live by our labour, And in it contentment and happiness find; We do what we can for a friend or a neighbor, And die, boys, in peace and good will to mankind. Refrain:

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