Halifax sits on her hills by the sea 
 In the might of her pride,-- 
Invincible, terrible, beautiful, she 
 With a sword at her side. 

To right and to left of her, battlements rear 
 And fortresses frown; 
While she sits on her throne without favour or fear 
 With her cannon as crown. 

Coast guard and sentinel, watch of the weal 
 Of a nation she keeps; 
But her hand is encased in a gauntlet of steel, 
 And her thunder but sleeps.