The Pioneers of Newfoundland
While some may talk of latest styles And praise the work of modern days I think I'll say a word or two About the good old fashioned ways. I do not mean to criticise The skill of modern age you know But I love to think of good old times Of nearly sixty years ago. I often wonder when I see Some new invention brought to light Just how folks managed when such things Were hidden far beyond their sight. In fancy's vision I recall And live again the years that are passed Enjoy those happy hours again And catch a glimpse of things that last. The house though of ancient style Served as a home to one and all With floors well-covered o'er with mats And pictures hung upon the wall. No new industries helped to keep The hungry wolf from every door The only means of livelihood Was fishing on the Labrador. And so it was that early Spring Found men engaged both night and day Preparing for the summers voyage And very soon must sail away. When each his final task had done And readiness was all complete The sails were set and once again They faced the dangers of the deep. While wives and mothers on the shore Watched out while eyes with tears were dim The crowd on board with one achord Joined in the singing of a hymn. The women to their homes returned With loved ones passed beyond their view And bravely undertook their tasks With courage that was strong and true. Their task was not an easy one To rise each morning at the dawn For they must play the role of men All through the months while they were gone. With willing hands without complaint They toiled each day and murmured not And in their humble, modest way Were quite contented with their lot. No radio then to listen to No messages from ship to shore With anxious hearts they had to wait The mailboat up from Labrador. They shared each others' company And proved the strength of friendship true Laid down their work at eventide And greeted every morning new. Content to bear their lonely lot In brighter Sunshire, Cloud or Rain And wait until in God's good time Their loved ones would return again. Such noble courage as was theirs Can never quite forgotten be And memories of those simple folk Will linger through eternity. In simple language I have wrote And hope that all will understand And still remember those that were The Pioneers of Newfoundland.
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