Hip hip hooray
For the ones who crossed the frozen desert
Hopping islands, living cousins
Trying mothers, dying grandsons
How about a Holiday
For the ones who fell between the cracks
Carried lives upon their backs
And scraped by
Following buffalo home
Wascana
Didn’t anyone ask you?
Think back and trace
All the fathers who had known the mother’s
Of the children playing Cowboys
Running wild and shooting real toys
Only way to really say
That the reason for the site
Was chosen, piled high
By the thousand
Bleached white, A creek where buffalo row
Wascana
Didn’t anyone ask you?
No! Oh, Wascana
Didn’t anyone thank you?
Hip hip hooray
For the ones who crossed the frozen desert
Hopping islands, living cousins
Crying mother’s dying grandsons
How about a Holiday
For the ones who lived upon their backs
And grew their seed between
Our cracks of fate
While White claim buffalo bones
Anyone who asks me, I’ll say
A creek where buffalo roamed
Anyone can ask and I’ll say
Let’s make this our home
Oh Wascana
Didn’t anyone ask you?
No! Oh, Wascana
Didn’t anyone thank you?
Didn’t anyone thank you?
Didn’t anyone than you?
Let’s make this our home
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