In the heart of Newfoundland's story,
Lies a man of fame and glory,
From humble roots to leadership grand,
Joey Smallwood shaped the land.
With dreams of coalition in the night,
He led the Rock with uneven might,
The Father of Confederation
With a song of examination.
As a young man with a pen in hand,
He wrote the stories of his land,
A journalist with a fervent voice,
Giving people reason to rejoice.
He organized with workers' might,
To fight for fairness and for right,
And on his pig farm, he toiled and grew,
The seasons of change, he always knew.
From Gambo's rivers to public halls,
He answered his homeland's calls,
A voice for every fisherman's plea,
He vowed to set them free.
In times of struggle, times of need,
He led with strength and planted the seed,
Guiding Newfoundland's destiny,
To a new identity.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
In the world of politics, he found his place,
A voice for many, he embraced,
From fishermen to folks in town,
He sought to lift them when they're down.
Through hardship and through fervent fight,
He championed hope, he shone so bright,
Confederation was his dream,
To build a future, a new theme.
Yet not all dreams turned out as planned,
Some ventures failed to understand,
Resettlement brought pain and strife,
Displaced families changed their life.
Economic woes and schemes undone,
Left questions for the years to come,
In progress, shadows sometimes cast,
A complex legacy from the past.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
In 1949, he made his mark,
A confederation, a new start,
With debates and votes, the people spoke,
And Newfoundland became a part.
He stood for progress, growth, and hope,
A modern era to unfold,
Through the Father's will, a province rose,
In stories yet untold.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
So here's to Joey Smallwood's quest,
A man who gave his very best,
Through trials, triumphs, dreams achieved,
His impact felt and well-believed.
In Newfoundland, his name will stay,
For unity and brighter days,
Joey's journey, a beacon high,
A lighthouse that won't deny.
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In the heart of Newfoundland's story,
Lies a man of fame and glory,
From humble roots to leadership grand,
Joey Smallwood shaped the land.
With dreams of coalition in the night,
He led the Rock with uneven might,
The Father of Confederation
With a song of examination.
As a young man with a pen in hand,
He wrote the stories of his land,
A journalist with a fervent voice,
Giving people reason to rejoice.
He organized with workers' might,
To fight for fairness and for right,
And on his pig farm, he toiled and grew,
The seasons of change, he always knew.
From Gambo's rivers to public halls,
He answered his homeland's calls,
A voice for every fisherman's plea,
He vowed to set them free.
In times of struggle, times of need,
He led with strength and planted the seed,
Guiding Newfoundland's destiny,
To a new identity.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
In the world of politics, he found his place,
A voice for many, he embraced,
From fishermen to folks in town,
He sought to lift them when they're down.
Through hardship and through fervent fight,
He championed hope, he shone so bright,
Confederation was his dream,
To build a future, a new theme.
Yet not all dreams turned out as planned,
Some ventures failed to understand,
Resettlement brought pain and strife,
Displaced families changed their life.
Economic woes and schemes undone,
Left questions for the years to come,
In progress, shadows sometimes cast,
A complex legacy from the past.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
In 1949, he made his mark,
A confederation, a new start,
With debates and votes, the people spoke,
And Newfoundland became a part.
He stood for progress, growth, and hope,
A modern era to unfold,
Through the Father's will, a province rose,
In stories yet untold.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
So here's to Joey Smallwood's quest,
A man who gave his very best,
Through trials, triumphs, dreams achieved,
His impact felt and well-believed.
In Newfoundland, his name will stay,
For unity and brighter days,
Joey's journey, a beacon high,
A lighthouse that won't deny.
Lies a man of fame and glory,
From humble roots to leadership grand,
Joey Smallwood shaped the land.
With dreams of coalition in the night,
He led the Rock with uneven might,
The Father of Confederation
With a song of examination.
As a young man with a pen in hand,
He wrote the stories of his land,
A journalist with a fervent voice,
Giving people reason to rejoice.
He organized with workers' might,
To fight for fairness and for right,
And on his pig farm, he toiled and grew,
The seasons of change, he always knew.
From Gambo's rivers to public halls,
He answered his homeland's calls,
A voice for every fisherman's plea,
He vowed to set them free.
In times of struggle, times of need,
He led with strength and planted the seed,
Guiding Newfoundland's destiny,
To a new identity.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
In the world of politics, he found his place,
A voice for many, he embraced,
From fishermen to folks in town,
He sought to lift them when they're down.
Through hardship and through fervent fight,
He championed hope, he shone so bright,
Confederation was his dream,
To build a future, a new theme.
Yet not all dreams turned out as planned,
Some ventures failed to understand,
Resettlement brought pain and strife,
Displaced families changed their life.
Economic woes and schemes undone,
Left questions for the years to come,
In progress, shadows sometimes cast,
A complex legacy from the past.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
In 1949, he made his mark,
A confederation, a new start,
With debates and votes, the people spoke,
And Newfoundland became a part.
He stood for progress, growth, and hope,
A modern era to unfold,
Through the Father's will, a province rose,
In stories yet untold.
The Father of Confederation,
Joining leaf and rock with jubilation,
Joey's vision, a bow to tie,
A sly enemy, a wry ally.
The Father of Confederation
Leading the province's population
He guided the ship, with vision clear,
This is Joseph Smallwood's long career.
So here's to Joey Smallwood's quest,
A man who gave his very best,
Through trials, triumphs, dreams achieved,
His impact felt and well-believed.
In Newfoundland, his name will stay,
For unity and brighter days,
Joey's journey, a beacon high,
A lighthouse that won't deny.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC