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Ode To Newfoundland 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 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. * 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. * 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. ----- Sir Cavendish Boyle, One-time Governor of Newfoundland. Taken From the 1955 edition of "Old Time Songs of Newfoundland". Shortly before Gerald S. Doyle's, O.B.E. death, permission was given to reproduce here in this Tourist Booklet, The Golden Sands of Time a selection of songs which included Ode To Newfoundland. Historic Newfoundland--- The Golden Sands of Time Newfoundland Tourist Development Division Dept. of Economic Development Fort Townshend and St. John's, Newfoundland. First Printing: 1955 Second Printing: 1957 This Book was found along with Family Tree Documents and other memorabilia which belonged to the estate of Margaret Irene Dawe (Mays-Raynor) at the time of her death November 5, 2001 and was as a result left to me her daughter.
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Arlene (Mays) Scott 
