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Way down in East Cape Breton,
Where they knit the sock and mitten,
Chezzetcook is represented
By the husky black and tan;
May they never be rejected,
And home rule be protected,
And always be connected
With the honest working man!
What raises high my dander,
Next door lives a Newfoundlander,
Whose wife you cannot stand her
Since high living she began;
Along with the railroad rackers,
Also the codfish packers,
Who steal the cheese and crackers
From the honest working man.
When leaves fall in the autumn,
And fish freeze to the bottom,
They take a three-ton schooner
And go 'round the western shore;
They load her with provisions,
Hardtack and codfish mizzens,
The like I never heard of since
The downfall of Bras d'Or.
Way down in East Cape Breton,
Where they knit the sock and mitten,
Chezzetcook is represented
By the husky black and tan;
May they never be rejected,
And home rule be protected,
And always be connected
With the honest working man!
The man who mixes mortar,
Gets a dollar and a quarter,
The sugar-factory worker,
He gets a dollar ten;
While there's my next-door neighbor,
Who subsists on outside labour,
In the winter scarcely earns enough
To feed a sickly hen.
They cross the Bay of Fundy,
They reach her on a Monday,
Do you see my brother Angus?
Now tell me if you can;
He was once a soap-box greaseman,
But now he is a policeman,
Because he could not earn a living
As an honest working man.
Way down in East Cape Breton,
Where they knit the sock and mitten,
Chezzetcook is represented
By the husky black and tan;
May they never be rejected,
And home rule be protected,
And always be connected
With the honest working man!
