Daughters of the Country

Title:	Daughters of the Country
Creator:	Don Freed
Subject:	Lyrics
Description:	Daughters Of The Country You’ve heard about the Métis men and how they lived their lives It’s time that someone told about their daughters and their wives Who made the meals and mended clothes and kept a spotless home And tended to their babies while their sons and husbands roamed And who did they have to thank for that? May I tell you bluntly? It was those shawl-wearing, rabbit-snaring, moccasin-making, bannock- baking, floor-mopping, wood-chopping, snowshoe-mending, garden-tending, berry-finding, pemmican-grinding, hide-cleaning, hair-preening, child-rearing, persevering…Daughters of The Country! If someone had a headache, or a fever or the flu A daughter of the country knew exactly what to do She’d make a special medicine from a flower or a tree That she learned from her grandmother who was a Chippewa or Cree And who did they pass their knowledge to? May I tell you bluntly? (refrain) A daughter of the country was the apple of the eye Of any lucky voyageur who might be passing by He’d travel up the river, through the woods and over hills To win the hand of a maiden who had great survival skills. Their working hours were many, their pleasures they were few When one considers all the different jobs they had to do The Métis men had nerves of steel and muscles hard as stone But without a wife they were gibbering bundles of testosterone! And who do you think they took pity on them? May I tell you bluntly… (refrain) Fascinating, scintillating, decorating, cultivating, educating, populating, H-H-H-H-H-hyperventilating Daughters of The Country! ©Don Freed
Type:	Collection

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