Pat and Joe Byrne
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Long before the white man came to haul the shining cod,
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When the wild and stately Caribou traversed the snow clad south.
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The native man he walked these hills and he fished the silvery lake.
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Content with what the land would yield not one bit more would take.

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But soon the word it was put out from every country,
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To find a northern passage from the sea to the shining sea.
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The first to come were the trappers then the men who God do preach
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That they would return in hundred fold an equal share to each.


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For years the men of Newfoundland; those fishermen so bold,
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set out each year at spring-time for to fish on the Labrador,
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But soon the fish they were all gone with the fur it was the same,
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And the natives suffered silently in the land God gave to Caine.

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Well years went by and as time past the companies grew thin,
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For Ore and wood and the Hydropower the struggle did begin.
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The working men on both sides tried to live their lives the same,
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And the natives suffered silently in the land God gave to Caine.

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And now its for the future both sides do share the fear,
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The old ways they are passing like the Caribou and hare,
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And now they all are wondering if it was all in vain,
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And the natives suffered silently in the land God gave to Caine