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Tonight near the foam in my old weathered home,
There's a party for all goin' on;
'Tis wonderful now to sing you my song,
For my dearest Bridget and John.
As I sit and play for the folks all around,
And watch as they dance on the floor;
Each man and his wife in the prime of their life,
Forgetting the hardships endured.
And now stands a man of verse and of rhyme,
His heart is brimming with joy;
The tale that is told to the young and the old
Spreads laughter now all around.
Some people are up and ready to move,
As the music rings in their ears;
They dance through the night in the soft golden light,
While I think on those days gone by.
The house is now gone and so are the sounds,
But the memories of days live on;
And I must truly say in my own special way,
I owe it to Bridget and John.
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Ray Johnson has written a book about outport life in Newfoundland, and titled it: And I Owe It All To Bridget And John. Bridget and John Johnson, of Jobs Cove, Conception Bay, adopted Ray as a five-year-old orphan and instilled in him a passion for his music and his home. "They were hardworking, determined to make things work, but I never ever saw anything in the way of greed. They never missed anything they didn't have. Because of these two fine individuals I owe everything that is associated with outport life, and the history, story, picture, and song that goes with it."
