  England’s oldest colony! Loving her dear motherland, By her side she takes her stand, Devon, Scotch and Irish stock, Sturdy as their seagirt rock, Leave their homes and leave their boats, Don the khaki-coloured coats. Newfoundland has fought and bled, Far and wide her fame has spread, Newfoundland is proud to be England’s oldest colony! Nine fair sisters in one home, With the North Pole on its dome, Facing both the East and West, And a friendly State abreast, Smile upon the lonely one. They have done as she has done, Fought and bled in freedom’s cause, Won like her the world’s applause. Will she join her home to theirs? No, her head in scorn she rears, Newfoundland is proud to be England’s oldest colony! But the offer’s most sincere; And the offer’s always there; Newfoundland may change her mind, And in time she too may find, Burdens shared are light to bear, Triumphs shared are doubly dear, She may gladly join the sheaf Bound around by maple leaf, Knowing well she still may boast, Answering her sisters’ toast: “Newfoundland is proud to be England’s oldest colony!” |
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