From the frost on the rails at the break of dawn,
To the rigs lit up while the night rolls on,
We were raised on work, not words or pose,
Hands in the dirt, boots in the snow.
No silver spoon, no borrowed claim,
Just earned respect and an honest name.
We don’t wait for permission to shape our fate.
We build it strong, we carry the weight.
#Alberta1st
We don’t ask to be carried,
We don’t ask to be saved.
Just leave us our labour,
And the ground that we’ve made.
Let others rule by paper and pen
We trust the work of women and men.
#Alberta1st
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