Emily Pauline Johnson

(10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

Canadian Born - Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial name;
And every man's a millionaire if only he can brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.

No title and no coronet is half so proudly worn
As that which we inherited as men Canadian born.
We count no man so noble as the one who makes the brag
That he was born in Canada beneath the British flag.

The Dutch may have their Holland, the Spaniard have his Spain,
The Yankee to the south of us must south of us remain;
For not a man dare lift a hand against the men who brag
That they were born in Canada beneath the British flag.


Comments about Canadian Born by Emily Pauline Johnson

  • Francis Lynch Francis Lynch (1/28/2016 4:29:00 PM)

    This poem is so outdated I want to vomit. Beneath the British flag more people have disappeared in the last hundred years than anything the Nazis did. They tried genocide on the Irish for seven hundred years. Rwanda would make you hurl. Read The Other Holocausts for a better description of the horrors. In the meantime, I'm proud to be Canadian under the Canadian flag. (Report) Reply

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  • Analogous To Tower 7: Ameaning Analogous To Tower 7: Ameaning (1/28/2016 3:10:00 PM)

    The irony is that she speaks for the cancer that saturates the lands called Canada by superimposing a British imperial drone mentality for the actual function of the indigenous tribal societies. When the crown is crushed, that will be the only chance Canada has any real chance of not being brutally ravaged & corrosively colonized. As long a Canadians self subject themselves to the fascist monarch & cling to a proto-Roman heritage then this is just a conniving lie, psychologically projecting a false ego in the face of a stark reality. (Report) Reply

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (1/28/2016 3:09:00 PM)

    A fun-to-read nationalistic poem that does not come over as belligerent or hateful... just proud of its way of life. (Report) Reply

  • Elaine Sept Elaine Sept (1/28/2016 2:30:00 PM)

    Lovely sentiment. I am Canadian, and really enjoyed this. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (1/28/2016 9:00:00 AM)

    National pride and love for mother land reflecting in each line. Pleasure to read. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (1/28/2016 8:48:00 AM)

    My mother was born in Canada, but the British flag was no longer being flown there. They had their own flag by that time. Still, the poem exudes national pride and has good meter and rhyme. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (1/28/2016 6:02:00 AM)

    Fascinating and most lovely poem depicting the pride of Canada born person under British regime for his being a Canadian. Hats off to the pride and love for one's own country and patriotism. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga Rajnish Manga (1/28/2016 2:58:00 AM)

    Lovely poem from a wonderful poet. Easy to read, easy to understand, sweet rhyming and above all the pride for the country comes out of this stream of heartfelt words. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (1/28/2016 1:05:00 AM)

    To respect your country. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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