ODE TO NEWFOUNDLAND

by Sir Cavendish Boyle

When sun rays crown thy pine-clad hills,
And summer spreads her hand,
When silvern voices tune thy rills,
We love thee smiling land,
We love thee, we love thee,
We love thee smiling land.

When spreads thy cloak of shimm'ring white,
At winter's stern command,
Thro' shortened day and starlit night,
We love thee frozen land,
We love thee, we love thee,
We love thee frozen land.

When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore,
And wild waves lash thy strand,
Thro' sprindrift swirl and tempest roar,
We love thee wind-swept land,
We love thee, we love thee,
We love thee wind-swept land.

As loved our fathers so we love,
Where once they stood, we stand,
Their prayer we raise to heav'n above,
God guard thee, Newfoundland,
God guard thee,God guard thee,
God guard thee, Newfoundland.