Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers - Song for newfoundland

She's ^Fbordered by ^Aminlets, ^Ftickles and ^Fsounds ^AmReaches by ^Fcoves and by ^Gbays She ^Amsoothes your ^Gvision and you ^Fsail round her ^Fshores With a mixture of ^Ggreens, browns and ^Fgrays. And the ^Ghouses lie scattered among the ^Frocks in the cove Trimmed with ^Amorange, green, ^Gyellow and ^Fblue In ^Ftwillingate, ^GFogo and ^FLittle Hearts' Ease ^FFortune, Trout ^GRiver, ^FFermeuse.

She's a ^Frocky ^Gisle in the ^Focean And she's ^Fpounded by ^Fwind from the ^Gsea ^FYou might ^Amthink that she's ^Frugged and ^Fcold But she's home ^Gsweet home to ^Fme.

^FBeen tortured for ^Amcenturies her ^Fstories ^Funtold ^AmShe struggled with ^Ffortunes ^Gunknown Laid ^Ambare by the ^Gglaciers as they ^Fscraped her to the ^Fbone Taking soil to make ^GGrand Bank ^Fshoals. ^GShe's been battered for eons by the ^Fcold biting ^Fwinds Chewing ^Amrocks to soft ^Gbeaches of ^Fsand ^FAnd carving her ^Gface and ^Fgiving us a place That we ^Fnow call ^GNewfoundlan^Fd.

She's a ^Frocky ^Gisle in the ^Focean And she's ^Fpounded by ^Fwind from the ^Gsea ^FYou might ^Amthink that she's ^Frugged and ^Fcold But she's home ^Gsweet home to ^Fme.

^FThe ocean surroun^Amds her, it ^Fgives and it ^Ftakes Like ^Amshepherd, ^Flion and ^Glamb The ^Ampounding and ^Ggrinding is a ^Fconstant ^Freminding Of the forces that ^Gfollow the ^Ftown From the ^Gfury of a blizzard on a ^Fcold winter's night To the ^Amquiet of a warm ^Gsummer's ^Fday All ^Fhardships for^Ggotten, old ^Fdebts are repaid With a day on a ^Gquiet peaceful ^Fbay.

She's a ^Frocky ^Gisle in the ^Focean And she's ^Fpounded by ^Fwind from the ^Gsea ^FYou might ^Amthink that she's ^Frugged and ^Fcold But she's home ^Gsweet home to ^Fme. She's a ^Frocky ^Gisle in the ^Focean And she's ^Fpounded by ^Fwind from the ^Gsea ^FYou might ^Amthink that she's ^Frugged and ^Fcold But she's home ^Gsweet home to ^Fme. Boy's she's home sweet ^Ghome to ^Fme.