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Centuries ago our forefathers came From
England and Wales to seek freedom and fame And they lived on the coast
from Pinware to Nain They took fur from the land and they fished on the
sea Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me
For those who helped pressure and the lies that
they told Helped uproot us all, the sick and the old The hardship it
caused a blind man could see May they ask God's forgiveness his pardon may
be Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to me
I long for the time to go back again To the
land of my birth some say God gave to Cain For me it is paradise away in
the north Where the strong and the brave and the pure in heart
Wrestle a living from the land and the sea Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home
to me
With its tall lofty mountains with their snow
covered crests Where wildlife abound and the ptarmigan nest Where the
brisk westerly wind blow down to the sea Old Labrador, Home Sweet Home to
Me
The Hatters Cove
Song
(As told to Carl Bradley by
Charles Smith Sr. on January 5, 1988)
Down on the point boys, there lives Mikey &
Jim And "Youm- see" and" Scratches' lives next door to them.
Tis for Gus Bradley, he carries the mail.
And Emma and Isaac as big as a whale.
Tis for Mark Penney, we can't leave him out.
His tongue would wag if it was nailed into his mouth.
Turn to the westward and go to Aunt Jane's,
And all about law work to you she'll explain. |