A SONG OF THE EIGHTY-FIFTH 
By N.S. Bluenose 

Oh! Father he was English and Mother she was Scotch, 
And Grandfather was Irish with a little touch of Dutch, 
And I’m a Nova Scotian from the province by the sea, 
I’ve got my pack upon my back and I’m off to Germany. 

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Oh! We’re the Eighty-Fifth, the N.S. Eighty-Fifth, 
We’re the happy Bluenose boys, 
We’re the lads that fear no noise, 
We’re husky and we’re tough 
And we’ll never cry “enough,” 
We’ve the muscle for the tussle 
And we’ll make those Bosches hustle 
Just you bet, 
For we’re the eighty-fifth, the jolly eighty-fifth 
With the jaunty little feather in our cap. 
Oh! Father took the dictionary and scratched out the word “fear”, 
He then scratched out the word “cannot” and wrote in plain and clear 
“A Nova Scotian wins or dies, he never leaves the ship.” 
So if you see the Kaiser kindly pass him on the tip. 
That we’re the eighty-fifth, etc. 
Oh! Bill here, he’s a lawyer and Jack’s a travelling man, 
The Parson and the Banker are a healthy looking span, 
And some of us are stevedores and some are farmer’s sons, 
And some of us are simply “good for nothing, sons of guns” 
But we’re the eighty-fifth, etc. 
The mayflower entwined the maple leaf, it’s a sign of luck they say, 
And they that wear that emblem will surely win the day, 
And Piper McIntosh’s music with it’s notes so sweet and clear, 
Will help us on to victory and drive away all fear. 
Chorus: 
We love our wives and sweethearts, our homes and children too, 
But we’re leaving all we love behind to fight for them and you, 
So pray for us ye wives and mothers, and sweethearts of the glen, 
That we be brave and not forget, “we’re sons of manly men.” 
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