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In 1918, the great war came,
And stole my country from me;
So I slipped on board the Ocean Queen,
To follow my own destiny.
The skipper he shouted in English tongue,
Words I could not understand;
And we followed the sun until al last we'd come,
To the shores off Newfoundland.
Where all I found was rocky ground,
Surrounded by mighty blue sea;
And I sailed the Banks and to God gave thanks,
Every time Eastern Rock roared out a welcome to me.
I had three sons to call my own,
The old port they might never see;
The music, the stories and sing-a-longs,
Will just live in my memory.
But this new land of mine has served me well,
It's here I'm going to stay;
But forever more as I walk the shore,
I am the stowaway.
Where all I found was rocky ground,
Surrounded by mighty blue sea;
And I sailed the Banks and to God gave thanks,
Every time Eastern Rock roared out a welcome to me.
