I'll meet you in Toronto Where all is as it should be Then party with you in Montreal And revel in our drunken liberty We'll smell the pungent pine trees of Vancouver And snowboard high above the city lights Then take the ferry to grand Victoria And see how Canada does Britain right And in old Quebec City History will be our guide On the Plains of Abraham We'll meet our own demise But not before longinng for Alberta Whose cowboys and stampedes we never saw Nor neglecting the rest of vast Canada And all about it that filled us with such awe