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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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Ye muses nine with me combine,
Help me both day and night
To sing the praise of her I love,
My joy and heart's delight,
To sing the praise of her I love
Your aid I do demand.
She's a lady fair I do declare,
She dwells in Newfoundland.
Diana is this virgin's name,
Most modest, bright, and pure,
And not one word of sentiment
Nor woman's love she knew.
Her winning smile and artless guile,
It did my heart command,
Oh, the falling shade of that fair maid,
Sweet maid of Newfoundland.
It was on the coast of Labrador
Where first I saw that maid,
"Twas down on Batteau's stormy shore
My heart one evening strayed.
If I were rich or powerful,
It's her I would demand,
For I could die without a sigh
For the maid of Newfoundland.
The daisy dotes, the bluebell sleeps,
The primrose loves the green,
The violet in its gentle bed,
Most glorious to be seen,
Will rock you in its graceful bowers
Its sweet charms to expand,
But I know a flower can shade them all,
The sweet maid of Newfoundland.
Now I've often seen maids of many shades,
And girls of many a shore,
The French, the Greek, the Portuguese,
Likewise the swarthy Moor,
Chinese, Maylays, Australian maids,
And girls from India's strand,
But a lighter shade I ne'er saw made
Than her of Newfoundland.
Her name I will not mention twice
For prudence stops my tongue,
She's modest, mild, and beautiful,
She's charming, fair, and young;
Her breath is like the harvest flowers,
Her voice by breezes fanned,
And the musk that flowers in summer hours,
Sweet maid of Newfoundland.
Sweet friends so young come help my tongue
And pray to God above
That I may strive both night and day
This fair maid's heart to move.
And if I fail I will away
To some far distant land,
From this world I'll part with a broken heart
For the maid of Newfoundland.