Beneath the northern skies, fierce and untamed,
Where ocean’s roar commands the rugged shore,
Atlantic blood runs wild, free, unchained,
A Folk unmatched in spirit, heart, and lore.
From Nova Scotia’s ancient stone,
To Newfoundland’s proud, unyielding flame,
New Brunswick’s forests, where the brave have grown,
And Prince Edward’s fields that bear our name.
Our blood is forged in lightning and strife,
A lineage of strength no storm can break,
We rise as one, unshaken, standing still,
The fiercest Folk the Atlantic can make.
In every crashing wave, our power swells,
In every voice, a legacy supreme,
We hold the land where true greatness dwells—
Atlantic blood, the might of every dream.
Our Folk, our force, our home, forever reign—
Superior hearts that none can chain.
