Ken McLellan - With a Honest Hand

Do you work in the fields my friends, or down in the dark of the pit?
Each of you will toild to the end, to make this greay country fit.
For your children to flourish in a free land, for you children to play in the sun,
a land built by our own fair hand, and I know you will toil 'til it's done

With your might shoulders, you till the land,
Those same shoulders they break the stone.
A future you carvw with your honest hand,
For your children to proudly call home

Do you work on the docks my man, or do you toil at the mill,
you rise every morning to provide for you clan, for the love and the pride they instill.
Your back breaks with the wieght of the plough, your fair skins burns black in the sun,
your smile never diims, theres bever a scow, and I know you'll toil 'til it's done.

Chorus

Wherever you labour wherever you toil, wherever you graft or you sweat,
For the love of your nation, to which you are blessed, zou know it's as good as it gets,
The pride in you hear is there for all to see, the pride in the man you've become
A tenacious defender of the land of the free, and I know you will toil 'til it's done