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As I sit and reflect, without any regrets,
On my life in the outport, I'll never forget,
The people were kind and their stories and times,
There is such a warm feeling when they come to mind.
I remember the time when aunt Annie Ryan,
Married at eighty - it was her second time;
The people they came, they all wished her well,
In a big wooden church at the top of the hill.
Life in the outport meant so much to me,
In a beautiful cove surrounded by trees;
The icebergs they rolled, they were all 'round the coast,
Just part of our life by the sea.
Each season would bring its own special thing,
The turres in the winter and the trout in the spring;
The blueberries grew in on Uncle Bob's Hill,
I can still taste the water from the old spring bank well.
When Christmas came 'round, everything settled down,
For twelve days of heaven with family around;
The mummers they came, we guessed all their names,
And the cake and the toddies were soon passed around.
And life in the outport meant so much to me,
In a beautiful cove surrounded by trees;
The icebergs they rolled, they were all 'round the coast,
Just part of our life by the sea.
And now I've moved on, these times are long gone,
But these warm special feelings still linger on;
The moon on the snow, or the sunset's red glow,
Brings back all of the memories from my little cove.
And life in the outport meant so much to me,
In a beautiful cove surrounded by trees;
The icebergs they rolled, they were all 'round the coast,
Just part of our life by the sea.
Just part of our life by the sea.
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Liner notes: Guy, originally from Newman's Cove, Bonavista Bay, knows and remembers outport life well. We can't help but think of his mom and dad and all his relatives when we play this one.
From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Mummers - elaborately costumed and disguised persons who participate in various group activities at Christmas.
