LYRICS GAME

To all the folk lovers

I tip my hat to you

In my vast white country

Of snow and green lands

In my vast white country

Of snow and green lands

Land of our ancestors

And of the peoples before them

Land of our ancestors

And of the peoples before them

Where my great-great-grandmother

Was the county's schoolteacher

Where my great-great-grandfather

Was a lumberjack on the jobsite

And where my great-grandparents

Were brave fishermen at sea

And where my grandparents

Worked the land so hard

But inside our old houses

Tradition lives on

From one ocean to the other

Through all the generations

When the weekend rolls around

We pull out the old fiddle

And to all the folk lovers

It’s to you that I tip my

Hat

To the musicians who fire up our nights

Hat

To our jig dancers who wear down the floor

Hat

To the mouth-fiddlers and accordion players

Hat

To the reels that make me tip my

Hat

To the fiddlers who can stomp the beat

Hat

To our callers who liven up the evenings

Hat

To our storytellers who keep the lore alive

Hat

To the kitchen parties I tip my

Hat

When the fiddles echo through our gatherings

We’re all together in good company

From Cap-aux-Meules to Gravelbourg

All the way to Madawaska

From Maillardville to Dubreuilville

Up to Saint-Paul, Alberta

We sing from Tignish, from Saint-Boniface

Even all the way to Ferland

From Plamondon to Nipissing

And over to Lac-Saint-Jean

From the Port-au-Port peninsula

Down to deep Saint-Isidore

All around Baie Sainte-Marie

To the far end of Gaspésie

Passing through Sainte-Anne-des-Chênes

Right into Acadian lands

There’s loud chatter in Bonnyville

In Chéticamp and Paquetville

And even in Hearst, Kapuskasing

And in the Évangéline Region

They’re jigging on the floors of Shédiac

Néguac and all the way to Zénon Park

From the francos of the Pays-d’en-Haut

And those living Down-Home

Now’s the time, now’s the hour for us to speak up

Across all of Canada

And so to everyone who celebrates

Our music and traditions

And to all the folk lovers

I tip my hat to you

Hat

To the musicians who fire up our nights

Hat

To our jig dancers who wear down the floor

Hat

To the mouth-fiddlers and accordion players

Hat

To the reels that make me tip my

Hat

To the fiddlers who can stomp the beat

Hat

To our callers who liven up the evenings

Hat

To our storytellers who keep the lore alive

Hat

To the kitchen parties I tip my

Hat

Hat

To the musicians who fire up our nights

Hat

To our jig dancers who wear down the floor

Hat

To the mouth-fiddlers and accordion players

Hat

To the reels that make me tip my

Hat

To the fiddlers who can stomp the beat

Hat

To our callers who liven up the evenings

Hat

To our storytellers who keep the lore alive

Hat

To the kitchen parties I tip my

Hat