Our fathers' battle-cries are hushed, The ancient feuds are gone; Canadians now and brothers, With God we're marching on. With spears to ploughshares beaten, The furrowed land is won. Through bannered fields of waving corn In peace we're marching on. The North wind through the pine woods Swells out our paean song, To the music of its harping We bravely march along, And join the trampling millions, In chorus deep and strong. To drum-beats of a nation's heart, We proudly march along. O, fair, blue skies, and mountain streams Whose flashing sands run gold, No standard but the Triple-Cross Thy breezes shall unfold. With roaring surge of circling seas We shout our patriot song For Home and Queen and Canada, With God we're marching on. On, marching on, while brave the colours float From sea to sea, with cheer and song, This watchword pass the ranks along, Our Land is marching on! [Illustration]