Guard Of The Eastern Gate

Halifax sits on her hills by the sea In the might of her pride,-- Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she With a sword at her side.

To right and to left of her, battlements rear And fortresses frown; While she sits on her throne without favour or fear With her cannon as crown.

Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal Of a nation she keeps; But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel, And her thunder but sleeps.