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If you've never been there, take a trip down east,
Where salt water breezes cool the evening tide,
Where life slows down its pace to a quiet even flow,
And you'll get the strangest feeling right inside.
You'll get that Maritime fever every time,
It's good therapy to help you to unwind;
It'll chase away your troubles,
And get rid of your frown;
Maritime fever, come on down.
On the rocky shore of Newfoundland, bleak though it may be,
Live fishin' folk, who are one of a kind;
And though Cape Breton mines are drear,
There's the lovely Cabot Trail,
Beauty there, enough to blow your mind.
Now those Nova Scotian pipers wear their tartans proud,
As they pipe to the sound of marching feet;
Lots of dancin' fun at the beach at Portapique,
Where the fiddler's sawin' off a hoedown beat.
You'll get that Maritime fever every time,
It's good therapy to help you to unwind;
It'll chase away your troubles,
And get rid of your frown;
Maritime fever, come on down.
Unending green in P.E.I., with the red earth showin' through,
Spuds and lobsters there are out of sight;
New Brunswick with its tidal Bore, Saint John's Reversing Falls,
When you get back, you'll say that I was right.
You'll get that Maritime fever every time,
It's good therapy to help you to unwind;
It'll chase away your troubles,
And get rid of your frown;
Maritime fever, come on down.
Recorded by Michael T. Wall (More Of Canada's Singing Newfoundlander, Rodeo Records).
