A "Raw" Proposition

We boast of our natural resources— The wealth from the hills that we take, The timber we fall in our forests— What use of these gifts do we make?

We're proud of the growth of our exports, But it's rather a tragic mistake That other folk reap all the profits From the things that our raw products make.

Then see how the youth of our country To live, must their homeland forsake, And it's quite on the cards, our resources, Help elsewhere their living to make.

Copper matte, unrefined, all shipped southward, Why shouldn't our Province partake Of the work and the wages provided From the rods and the sheets it would make?

With nature so rich in resources Don't be lulled to repose but awake! Don't barter our birthright for pottage But fit and right use of it make.