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Well we're home again in Newfoundland this year,
Eatin' lots of moose and drinking beer;
A lot of things have changed since sixty-six,
But the Province'll still drink moonshine with the mix.
Our politics have changed, I guess you know,
We no longer have that fellow we call Joe;
Daddy Frank took over, he's a good P.C.,
And they say he's a fellow that sings a lot like me.
Well the R.C.M.P. are still here in full force,
An' they're eating sheep and drinking home-brew of course;
The Newfie girls are prettier each day,
So I think that I'm in Newfoundland to stay.
They lowered our drinking age to just nineteen,
To add to our troubles now we have Shadeen;
Come-By-Chance will flourish, so 'tis said,
But by then I imagine we will all be dead.
Thank God we don't have troubles in our land,
Like prejudice and the war in Viet Nam;
Our cigarattes cost more, likewise our beer,
So what? Please God, I'll still be here.
We're home again in Newfoundland this year,
Eatin' lots of moose and drinking beer;
A lot of things have changed since sixty-six,
But the Province'll still drink moonshine with the mix.
So we're home again in Newfoundland this year.
