Just about five hundred years ago,
A man set out to find new land;
King Henry said to him before he set sail,
"God speed," and he then shook his hand.
His little ship Matthew pushed on day and night,
And on day fifty-seven, it's said,
The lookout yelled down from the mast high above,
And said, "Skipper, there's land just ahead!"
Memories and legends time just can't erase,
Of a brave man named Cabot who stands guard on the Cape;
From Bristol he sailed 'cross the deep ocean swell,
To discover this great land of ours, an island he loved so well.
In history books' cues in King's Cove we have read,
Is where Cabot stepped down on the shore;
But on Cape Bonavista the banner was raised,
As the wind and the waves they did roar.
Memories and legends time just can't erase,
Of a brave man named Cabot who stands guard on the Cape;
From Bristol he sailed 'cross the deep ocean swell,
To discover this great land of ours, an island he loved so well.
In the year ninety-seven we'll all stand together,
To relive that eventful day;
The Matthew will sail out from England once more,
On a course bound for old Newfoundland.
We are a proud people, we're Newfoundland bred,
We stand where the seas crash to shore;
The seagull, the lighthouse, the foghorn it moans,
Where Cabot once stood on the shore, this island the land we adore.
Yes, where Cabot once stood on the shore, this island the land we adore.... HEY!