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My Dear Old Fogo Isle (Gerald Freake) video
#72 YouTube video by Jon Doeringer ©2011
~ Used with permission ~

Last night I had the strangest dream,
I'll remember for a while,
I dreamt I was back in Grandpa's days,
On dear old Fogo Isle;
The things I seen there in my dreams,
I cannot leave untold,
As I gaze around what was once our town,
So many years ago.

My Grandpa, you see, was the same age as me,
As we strolled around our town,
Saw neighbors and friends all lending a hand,
But many no longer around;
It's clear to me that life was so free,
Just the land and the sea to toil,
That's the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

Tired fishermen each day came in
From hauling old cod traps,
In stages at night by the kerosene light,
Splitting and salting their catch;
The harbour was afloat with motor boats,
And fish on the flakes to dry,
That's the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

The more I gazed I was really amazed
At the simple days of old,
No luxuries like phones and tvs,
Or street lights on the poles;
No skidoos and trikes or electric lights,
Or motor cars to drive,
That's the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

Down on the stage-head some cod we'd jig,
And swim there when tides were right,
The sea birds and seals often made meals,
And codfish a simple delight;
By the rocky roads there were gardens in rows,
As horses and sheep ran wild,
That's the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

Our times back then, little money to spend,
But contentment I had found,
There was time to spare, to share and to care,
You could see it all around;
A proud mother hums her favorite song,
As she pins out her clothes to dry,
That's the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

The hall on the hill that now stands still,
The square dance was on the way,
Old skipper Jim, with his tobacco stained chin,
Sure made the accordion play;
They danced and they sang till daylight came,
Their troubles all put aside,
That's the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

I woke in the morn so sad and forlorn,
My dream had faded away,
I was glad to see how it used to be,
Way back in them old days;
If ever I frown on life in my town,
I'll stop and think for a while,
About the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

That's the way it's been way back then,
On dear old Fogo Isle.

####.... Gerald Freake ....####
Recorded in 2011 as track #10 on Fogo Island Accordion Group's Land & Sea CD from Gala Records.

The Fogo Island Accordion Group began in the 1990s with five girls from Fogo Island Central Academy and the Fogo Island teacher who wrote the song, Gerald Freake.

From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Flake - platform built on poles and spread with boughs for drying cod-fish on the foreshore.
Stage - elevated platform on the shore with working tables, sheds, etc, where fish are landed and processed for salting and drying, and fishing gear and supplies are stored; fishing stage.



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