Where Speckled Beauties Lie (Maurice Devine)

I know a spot that is hidden far
In the wild woods devious way;
In a deep ravine, green hills between,
Where the tumbling waters play;
And just below, where like flakes of snow,
The bubbles eddy by,
Is the home 'neath the foam
Where the speckled beauties lie.

I keep my secret locked apart
From all but a life-long chum;
And when nature dons her gala garb,
When the summer time is come,
We tramp, through the damp,
Of the marsh in hot July;
For 'tis cool, near the pool
Where the speckled beauties lie.

How far from the weary world we seem
In our sequestered nook,
Where the birds sing tenor in lays of love
To the bass of the brawling brook;
And the breeze, through the trees,
Conjoins in with the treble high,
Making song, all day long,
Where the speckled beauties lie.

Your hand, old chum; the summer's come,
We're off to our grot of green;
And incense raise in old Walton's praise
Through my "lady" nicotine;
And then for the swish of the sweeping rod,
And the flash of the floating fly;
For we go, where we know,
The speckled beauties lie.

####.... Maurice A Devine [1859-1915] of Kings Cove, Bonavista Bay, NL ....####
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Printed in St John's in 1904 on pp.72-73 of the Old Colony Song Book, Newfoundland, published by James Murphy [1867-1931], who prefaced the entry with a note that the author is Mr M A Devine, editor of St John's, Newfoundland, Trade Review. It would pay some of our sporting American friends if they sought the shady rivulets and fishing pools of Terra Nova for a few weeks during vacation time, they would undoubtedly enjoy the many advantages so beautifully portrayed by Mr Devine in the following lines.


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