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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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The men they are a rare breed who founded this great land,
They fished and trapped the waterways from the coast to far inland;
Their snowshoes streaked the endless plains from fall to early spring,
When they set their traps, when they blazed their trails,
You could hear their axes ring.
Through the stormy winter days they often went alone,
For months and months they travelled so far away from home;
It seemed that nothing stopped them, bold hearts one and all,
Not raging rivers or rapids or the mighty waterfalls.
They climbed the highest mountains, they faced the bitter cold,
To lay another trapline, the fur it was their goal;
In the spring when they returned, to their loved ones dear,
Who with happy hearts and shouting were always waiting there.
You ask them why they'd gone there where no one had gone before,
It's easy to explain, sir, we're the sons of Labrador;
Now, we don't claim the credit for those men true and bold,
Their names are stamped upon this land, their story has been told.
Those men are our forefathers, and we can't ask for more;
Their heritage we proudly claim, we're the sons of Labrador.