All its waves belong to me.

There's a lake so clear and bright

Stars shine out of it all night;

Rowan-berries round it spread

Like a belt of coral red.

Never royal garden planned

Fair as my Canadian land!

There I build my summer nest,

There I reign and there I rest,

While from dawn to dark I sing,

Happy kingdom! Lucky king!

II

 Back again, my little king! Is your happy kingdom lost To the rebel knave, Jack Frost? Have you felt the snow-flakes sting? Houseless, homeless in October, Whither now? Your plight is sober, Exiled king!

Back again, my little king!

Is your happy kingdom lost

To the rebel knave, Jack Frost?

Have you felt the snow-flakes sting?

Houseless, homeless in October,

Whither now? Your plight is sober,

Exiled king!

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