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In fourteen ninety seven, our island it was found,
John Cabot in the Matthew to Bonavista he was bound;
He claimed her for old England, a country of renown,
King Henry gave this man ten pounds for this island he had found.
When folks began to settle, it was hardship from the start,
They vowed to make their island a masterpiece of art;
When strangers tried to burn them out, they fought to keep their stand,
When the fighting it was o'er, they sang God Guard Thee Newfoundland.
She's Canada's tenth province, but I know that she comes first,
They say, here comes a Newfie with not a nickle in his purse;
Ah, but they can't hurt my feelings and someday they'll understand,
Why I feel so proud when someone says, there's a boy from Newfoundland.
So you can brag about Ontario or New Brunswick's towns galore,
But you can't compare the beauty that lies upon our rocky shore;
She's Britain's oldest colony and God's great gift to man,
And the island I stand guard for is that one called Newfoundland.
And the island I stand guard for is that one called Newfoundland.
