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Thou True North, strong and free! God, keep our land glorious and free! O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. O Canada! Beneath thy shining skies May stalwart sons and gentle maidens rise, To keep thee steadfast through the years From East to Western sea, Our own beloved native land, Our True North, strong ...
"O Canada" (French: Ô Canada) is the national anthem of Canada.The song was originally commissioned by Lieutenant Governor of Quebec Théodore Robitaille for the 1880 Saint-Jean-Baptiste Day ceremony; Calixa Lavallée composed the music, after which French-language words were written by the poet and judge Sir Adolphe-Basile Routhier.
The album received mostly positive reviews, but also mixed reviews from several critics. Charles Shepherd of JRock News gave a positive review and saying: "True North isn't the bands best album, but they've still managed to pull off some killer tracks that really stand out as overall highlights of their discography.
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1985's Let's Wreck The Party and 1987's True (North) Strong And Free saw the band taking on a more mainstream, hard-rock oriented production, but without watering down the band's political lyrical focus. [5] Meanwhile, the band's line-up changes continued after Let's Wreck the Party, with Dimwit replaced by Kerr Belliveau.
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Where the weak grow strong and the strong grow great, Here's to "Down Home," the Old North State! Here's to the land of the cotton bloom white, Where the scuppernong perfumes the breeze at night, Where the soft southern moss and jessamine mate, 'Neath the murmuring pines of the Old North State! Here's to the land where the galax grows,