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At the mouth of the Humber, that river so grand,
There's a beautiful city in our west Newfoundland;
From the high limestone hillside God once scooped a nook,
Where grew the fair city known as Corner Brook.
Fair city, fair city, that nestles below,
The majestic hilltops they look down on you, grow;
You're growing, yes growing, in splendour untold,
This year, come your birthday you'll be fifty years old.
So young as a city yet so proud of your past,
Look down on your docks where the big ships tie fast;
Some are there loading paper, their holds, they will fill,
For some foreign countries from your Corner Brook mill.
Fair city, fair city, that nestles below,
The majestic hilltops they look down on you, grow;
You're growing, yes growing, in splendour untold,
This year, come your birthday you'll be fifty years old.
Proud people that work by night and by day,
Proud people have made you what you are today;
Surrounded by beauty you're a heavenly look,
You're the fair lovely city known as Corner Brook.
Fair city, fair city, that nestles below,
The majestic hilltops they look down on you, grow;
You're growing, yes growing, in splendour untold,
This year, come your birthday you'll be fifty years old.
