Jack Canuck

October, 1914

"Only forty per cent of the volunteers at Valcartier are Canadian born." "A large number of men are being kept at home by their wives and mothers." --Recent News Items.

Our Jack Canuck is active, He plays a pretty goal, But make swift runs to cover When drums begin to roll.

And Jack Canuck's unselfish, He lets the honors go All to his British brother, When war time bugles blow.

And Jack Canuck is modest; That's why he chooses rears, And sees the front seats taken By British volunteers.

Yes, Jack Canuck's a hero Whose glory never fades; He'll lick his weight in wild cats --The day his lodge parades.

And Jack Canuck's free handed He sends, (Jack's awful wise), His dumpling dust in ship loads; (It pays to advertise).

For Jack Canuck is thrifty, He wants, when peace is made, To feed the worn out nations, And capture all the trade.

And Miss Canuck and Mrs., They value so the lives Of husband, son and sweetheart, These daughters, maids and wives.

They'll let the Belgian mother, The French and English maid Give husband, lover, brother, To stop the Kaiser's raid.

They'll see sweet Highland Mary Walk life's long path alone, And hear dear Irish Nora Wail for the loved ones gone.

They'll send a feather pillow Or knit a pair of socks, And think they've done their duty By them that take the knocks.

Oh that our hearts were bigger, And not so worldly wise; 'When duty calls, or danger;' Ready to sacrifice.