The road to Confederation
Began with a fusillade on July 1st
Scything down first-born sons
In sewn puttees and rifles bought on credit
For the Motherland whose cry they answered
Leaving orphans, widows, and siblings
Aimless, crying out under grief and debt
To the Motherland who answered them
By taking their nation on a cold March day
Ending with a fusillade on July 1st
The road to Confederation
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