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My mind often wanders back to times when I was a lad,
I could see all the trap skiffs as they entered the cove in the fog;
The wind from the northeast sometimes whipped the bay in a gale,
When the longliners hauled up the crab pots they used the old sail.
Now, my father he fished with Jack Efford for so many years,
Quite often they came in with little after hauling the gear;
But there was times when the water would roll right in o'er the stem,
And the men had a full load of fish and were on the way in.
Those days in the harbour are ones I'll never forget,
Though I'm gettin' older, the memories are still with me yet;
I'm a proud Newfoundlander and I feel that pride when I say,
My heart's on this island and it just can't be carried away.
Now, my dad raised a family and God knows he never complained,
But there was times when seven small children caused heartache and pain;
My mom cooked the meals and my sisters they stood by her side,
While dad often looked on I know his big heart filled with pride.
Sometimes I see Ira and me as we ran down the road,
Uncle Henry or Edgar were on their way in with a load;
They tied up in Ship Cove just about every straight day,
While they pronged up the cod fish, the men they would clear them away.
They say there's something to gain from life that's gone by,
And those old treasured memories they oft bring a tear to my eye;
And I know there are others that are out there just like me,
Who cherish those days in the harbour they spent by the sea.
Those days in the harbour are ones I'll never forget,
Though I'm gettin' older, the memories are still with me yet;
I'm a proud Newfoundlander and I feel that pride when I say,
My heart's on this island and it just can't be carried away.
My heart's on this island and it just can't be carried away.