In the year of 1500 brave explorers set their sail,
Cabot's voyage to the New World, where the wild winds never fail.
On the rugged shores of Newfoundland, a land of ice and sea,
Beothuks roamed the forests, living wild and living free.
Basque and French and Portuguese, they came for cod and trade,
In Placentia and Avalon, their fleeting camps were made.
The fishing boats from England, they'd anchor in the bay,
And soon the word of rich rewards would spread so far away.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
Soon, Sir Gilbert claimed the land,
For England and for glory, he made his final stand.
And settlers came to Cuper's Cove, to build their homes anew,
With hopes and dreams and hard-won means, their numbers slowly grew.
The French and English battled, for control of every shore,
In wars of old, brave tales were told, in the cries of cannon's roar.
The Treaty of Utrecht ended strife, but still, the fish wars waged,
In the ports and bays of Newfoundland, where history's battles staged.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
By the dawn of eighteen hundred, new ways of life took hold,
With Moravian missionaries and miners searching gold.
The railway tracks laid down the path, from St. John's to the west,
With hard work and with unity, they built and did their best.
Through storms and strife, and winters long,
Your people's hearts stayed brave and strong,
In the light of day and darkest night,
Newfoundland's tale shines ever bright.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
In 1900, St. John's stood proud, a city on the rise,
With churches, schools, and merchant rules beneath the clear blue skies.
From humble start to bustling port, the journey's just begun,
In the land of cod and rugged coasts, beneath the northern sun.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
Old Newfoundland, your spirit we hold,
In the heart of the brave and bold.
Eh I By - Old Newfoundland Lyrics
Eh I By - Old Newfoundland Lyrics
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In the year of 1500 brave explorers set their sail,
Cabot's voyage to the New World, where the wild winds never fail.
On the rugged shores of Newfoundland, a land of ice and sea,
Beothuks roamed the forests, living wild and living free.
Basque and French and Portuguese, they came for cod and trade,
In Placentia and Avalon, their fleeting camps were made.
The fishing boats from England, they'd anchor in the bay,
And soon the word of rich rewards would spread so far away.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
Soon, Sir Gilbert claimed the land,
For England and for glory, he made his final stand.
And settlers came to Cuper's Cove, to build their homes anew,
With hopes and dreams and hard-won means, their numbers slowly grew.
The French and English battled, for control of every shore,
In wars of old, brave tales were told, in the cries of cannon's roar.
The Treaty of Utrecht ended strife, but still, the fish wars waged,
In the ports and bays of Newfoundland, where history's battles staged.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
By the dawn of eighteen hundred, new ways of life took hold,
With Moravian missionaries and miners searching gold.
The railway tracks laid down the path, from St. John's to the west,
With hard work and with unity, they built and did their best.
Through storms and strife, and winters long,
Your people's hearts stayed brave and strong,
In the light of day and darkest night,
Newfoundland's tale shines ever bright.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
In 1900, St. John's stood proud, a city on the rise,
With churches, schools, and merchant rules beneath the clear blue skies.
From humble start to bustling port, the journey's just begun,
In the land of cod and rugged coasts, beneath the northern sun.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
Old Newfoundland, your spirit we hold,
In the heart of the brave and bold.
Cabot's voyage to the New World, where the wild winds never fail.
On the rugged shores of Newfoundland, a land of ice and sea,
Beothuks roamed the forests, living wild and living free.
Basque and French and Portuguese, they came for cod and trade,
In Placentia and Avalon, their fleeting camps were made.
The fishing boats from England, they'd anchor in the bay,
And soon the word of rich rewards would spread so far away.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
Soon, Sir Gilbert claimed the land,
For England and for glory, he made his final stand.
And settlers came to Cuper's Cove, to build their homes anew,
With hopes and dreams and hard-won means, their numbers slowly grew.
The French and English battled, for control of every shore,
In wars of old, brave tales were told, in the cries of cannon's roar.
The Treaty of Utrecht ended strife, but still, the fish wars waged,
In the ports and bays of Newfoundland, where history's battles staged.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
By the dawn of eighteen hundred, new ways of life took hold,
With Moravian missionaries and miners searching gold.
The railway tracks laid down the path, from St. John's to the west,
With hard work and with unity, they built and did their best.
Through storms and strife, and winters long,
Your people's hearts stayed brave and strong,
In the light of day and darkest night,
Newfoundland's tale shines ever bright.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
In 1900, St. John's stood proud, a city on the rise,
With churches, schools, and merchant rules beneath the clear blue skies.
From humble start to bustling port, the journey's just begun,
In the land of cod and rugged coasts, beneath the northern sun.
Old Newfoundland, where stories soar,
From rugged coasts to ocean's roar.
Through storms and wars, your story's told,
Newfoundland, your spirit we hold.
Old Newfoundland, your spirit we hold,
In the heart of the brave and bold.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC