Ode to the town of Timmins and South Porcupine <br /> <br />There's a place east of Sault St. Marie where I go <br />On highway eleven north of Toronto <br />Near the Xtrada Kidd Creek Copper Mine <br />It's the city of Timmins and South Porcupine <br /> <br />There's the Hollinger mine and the Shania Twain Centre <br />So proud of 'Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under' <br />Les Costello 'the flying father' and Shumacher town <br />It's the place where Frank and Peter Mahovlich were born <br /> <br />Chorus: <br />In summer the farmers rise early at dawn <br />Their hands tell a story of ancestors gone <br />They'll feed this great nation with tractors and hoes <br />At the ol Mounjoy Market their produce are sold <br /> <br />Verse: <br />When I was a boy we'd play cowboys and Indians <br />With my trusty dog Ginger by old Feldman's mill <br />The Lone Ranger and the Rocket Man they were my heroes <br />At a nickel for popcorn and two bits for the show <br /> <br />There's the one forty four goes south to Sudbury <br />On the way there's Gogama Indian territory <br />And were next of kin to the great Cross Canada Highway <br />You go west to Vancouver and east P.E.I. <br /> <br />As sung by Paul Henry Dallaire/PHD <br /> <br />By Paul Henry Dallaire <br />Paul Henry Pub. <br />SOCAN<br /><br />Paul Henry Dallaire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-the-town-of-timmins-and-porcupine-on-canada/
