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Oh, a Newfie boy from Stephenville left his native soil,
He hitchhiked to Toronto to labour and to toil;
He got a job there driving bus, but the people had to stand,
And wait for half an hour 'cause he came from Newfoundland.
So half an hour later on the island in the sea,
She may be late, but she's still great, she means the world to me;
When God designed creation, and drew up his master plan,
He spent half an hour more creating Newfoundland.
A mainland doctor in St. John's was leaving on the call,
But when he got to where he went, there was no one sick at all;
He got fightin' mad and he lost his cool so we took him by the hand,
Saying, hold it, Doc, watch that clock, you're in Newfoundland.
So half an hour later on the island in the sea,
She may be late, but she's still great, she means the world to me;
When God designed creation, and drew up his master plan,
He spent half an hour more creating Newfoundland.
Oh, someone just predicted that Judgement Day is here,
This very day at midnight the earth will disappear;
Well, me wife looked at me lovingly and said now ain't that grand,
Oh, we've still got half an hour 'cause we're in Newfoundland.
So half an hour later on the island in the sea,
She may be late, but she's still great, she means the world to me;
When God designed creation, and drew up his master plan,
He spent half an hour more creating Newfoundland.
He spent half an hour more creating Newfoundland.
