Canadian Government Merchant Marine

We've a dandy silent salesman And it doesn't stand stock still In some up-country general store, Adjacent to the till. Or line the spacious gangway Of a big department store, Displaying what they ought to buy To those who throng the floor;

It's a little bit of bunting That floats upon the breeze In any port you like to name Upon the Seven Seas— A gaily-colored pennant Of blue and red and white, And the emblem in the centre Is Canadian copyright.

Now, Scotland has her Thistle, And England has her rose, And the land that sports the Maple Leaf, 'Most everybody knows! Knows? Well, some think we hibernate Away back in the woods, And here we're at their very doors Delivering the goods!

The ships that fly this pennant Carry, fore and aft, a name, And this is proudly prefixed By the country whence they came; So on the way, as when in port, The fact is shown, displayed, And daily demonstrated That we're out for Foreign Trade.