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It was early in the fifties
and in inland Labrador,
That they found the great red iron
there upon the frozen floor;
"Go north young man," the papers said,
and work there in the mine,
Or help the Iron Ore Company
build up their railroad line.
Well, the mines were built in the golden glow
of the northern midnight sun,
And the land will shake and tremble
when the mighty trains do run;
And the chocolate muck from the pellet plant
keeps pouring into the lake,
And the trap lines of the Indians
are gone for the white man's sake.
It was early in the sixties
and in inland Labrador,
That they built the giant power plant
where the Churchill Falls do roar;
"Go north young man," the papers said,
and work with all your might,
For Broadway bars will show their stars
beneath the Churchill's light.
Oh, the plant was built in the golden glow
of the northern midnight sun,
Now, the dams went up and the switch turned on
and the turbines they did run;
Thay flooded all the valleys
an ocean for to make,
And the trap lines of the Indians
are gone for the white man's sake.
