O Canada! Land of our forefathers,
Your brow is wreathed with glorious flowers!
For your arm can carry a sword,
It can bear the cross!
Your story is an epic tale
Of the most brilliant exploits.
And your value, of resilient faith,
Will protect our homes and our rights,
Will protect our homes and our rights.
Under the eye of God, near the giant river,
The Canadian grows in hope.
He was born of a proud race,
Blessed was his cradle.
The sky marked his destiny
In this new world.
Always guided by its light,
He will guard his flag’s honour,
He will guard his flag’s honour.