X: 1
T: The Island
O: Kenzie MacNeil
M: 3/4
L: 1/8
R: Waltz
K: Gmaj
P: VCVCVCC
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w:O-ver an o-cean and o-ver a sea, be-yond these great wa-ters,_ oh, what do I_ see?
w:O-ver the roof-tops and o-ver the trees, with-in these new town-ships,_ oh, what do I_ see? 
w:O-ver the high-way and o-ver the road, o-ver the Cause-way__ sto-ries are__ told; 
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w:I see the great moun-tains which climb from the coast-line, the hills of Cape 
w:I see the black pit-heads the coal wheels are turn-ing, the smoke-stacks are 
w:they tell of the co-ming and~the go-ing a-way, how~the ci-ties of A-
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w:Bre-ton_ this new home of mine. Oh, we come from the coun-tries all_ 
w:belch-ing_ and the blast furnace burning. And the sweat on the back is no  
w:mer-i-_ca draw me a-way. Oh, and the com-pa-nies come and the   
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w:o-ver the world,__ to hack at_ the fo-rest, to plough the land down; fish-er-_men, 
w:joy to be-hold,__ in the heat of the steel plant or mi-ning the coal; and__ the for-_eign-
w:com-pa-nies go,__ and the way_ of the world we may ne-ver know;  we'll_ fol- 
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w:farm-ers and sai-lors all come,__ to clear for the_ fu-ture_ this pi-o-neer_ ground.
w:owned com-pan-ies force us to fight,_ for our sur-__ vi-val_ and for our__ rights.
w:low the foot-steps of those on their way, and still ask for_ the right_ to leave or to_ stay.
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w: We are_ an is-land, a rock in_ the stream, we are_ a peo-ple_ as 
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w:proud as there's been. In soft sum-mer breeze or in wild win-ter_ 
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w:wind, the home of our hea-rts,_ Cape Bre-ton.

W:
W:The Island
W:Kenzie MacNeil
W:
W:Over an ocean and over a sea,
W:Beyond these great waters, oh, what do I see?
W:I see the great mountains which climb from the coast-line,
W:The hills of Cape Breton this new home of mine.
W:Oh, we come from the countries all over the world,
W:To hack at the forest, to plough the lands down;
W:Fishermen, farmers and sailors all come,
W:To clear for the future this pioneer ground.
W:
W:We are an island, a rock in the stream,
W:We are a people as proud as there's been;
W:In soft summer breeze or in wild winter wind,
W:The home of our hearts, Cape Breton.
W:
W:Over the rooftops and over the trees,
W:Within these new townships, oh, what do I see?
W:I see the black pitheads the coal wheels are turning,
W:The smokestacks are belching and the blast furnace burning.
W:And the sweat on the back is no joy to behold,
W:In the heat of the steel plant or mining the coal;
W:And the foreign-owned companies force us to fight,
W:For our survival and for our rights.
W:
W:We are an island, a rock in the stream,
W:We are a people as proud as there's been;
W:In soft summer breeze or in wild winter wind,
W:The home of our hearts, Cape Breton.
W:
W:Over the highway and over the road,
W:Over the Causeway stories are told;
W:They tell of the coming and the going away,
W:How the cities of America draw me away.
W:Oh, and the companies come and the companies go,
W:And the way of the world we may never know;
W:We'll follow the footsteps of those on their way,
W:And still ask for the right to leave or to stay.
W:
W:We are an island, a rock in the stream,
W:We are a people as proud as there's been;
W:In soft summer breeze or in wild winter wind,
W:The home of our hearts, Cape Breton.
W:
W:We are an island, a rock in the stream,
W:We are a people as proud as there's been;
W:In soft summer breeze or in wild winter wind,
W:The home of our hearts, Cape Breton.
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