The Ode to Newfoundland is like the National Anthem of Newfoundland.


ODE TO NEWFOUNDLAND


When Sun rays crown thy pine clad hills, And Summer spreads her hands, When silvern voices tune thy hills We love thee smiling land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, smiling land. When blinding storm gusts fret thy shore, And Wild waves lash thy strand, Thro' spindrift swirl and tempest roar, We love thee wind-swept land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, wind-swept land.
When spread thy cloak of shimm'ring white, At winter's sterm command, Thro' shortened day and starlit night, We love thee, frozen land, We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, frozen land. As loved our fathers, so we love, Where once they stood we stand, Their prayer we raise to heav'n above, God quard thee, Newfoundland, God guard thee, God guard thee, God guard thee, Newfoundland.




Sir Cavendish Boyle


Newfoundland has a number of Folk songs here is one that almost all Newfoundlanders have heard.

I'SE THE B'Y

I'ss the b'y that builds the boat, And I'ss the b'y that sails her! I'se the b'y that catches the fish And takes 'em home to Lizer Sods and rinds to cover yer flake, Cake and tea for supper, Cod fish in the spring o' the year Fried in maggoty butter.
I don't want your maggoty fish, That's no good for winter, I could buy as good as that Down in Bonavista. I took Lizer to a dance And faith, but she could travel' And every step that she did take Was up to her knees in gravel.
Chorus
Hip yer partner, Sally Tibbo'! Hip yer partner, Sally Brown! Fogo, Twillingate, Mor'ton's Harbour All around the circle!