The Lovely Newfoundlander (Kenneth Peacock)

You may sing of maids of many lands,
And talk about their races,
But I can tell you of a girl
That beats them all to blazes.

She is the dearest sweetest miss,
No man can long withstand her;
The girl I sing to you about
Is a lovely Newfoundlander.

She can row a boat and catch the fish,
And make a home, she runs it,
Her garden plants, potatoes grows,
Her work she never shuns it.

And then at night with great delight,
If anyone will hand her
A present to express his love
For the lovely Newfoundlander.

No mortal thing but she can do,
Her brain is sharp as needles,
Her form is perfect and her face
Is just the one that wheedles.

She needs no lipstick, powder, paint,
For such things she won't pander,
I tell you it is hard to beat
The lovely Newfoundlander.

She knows just when to talk a lot,
She knows when to keep silent,
She can sing and dance and take a chance,
In rows she's never violent.

She is not shy nor from her b'y
She never will meander,
No wonder he is mad about
His lovely Newfoundlander.

####.... Christopher (Chris) Theodore Cobb [1897-1968] of Barr'd Islands, Fogo, NL ....####

Collected in 1952 by Kenneth Peacock from the author, Christopher (Chris) Theodore Cobb [1897-1968] of Barr'd Islands, Fogo, NL, and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Vol 2, pp.370-371, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.

Kenneth Peacock noted that Chris Cobb was not much interested in the musical aspect of his compositions, preferring to present them as recitations. When urged to sing, however, he usually used the first tune that popped into his head, not always with the happiest result. Peacock added that those who, like himself, find Cobb's verse clever and entertaining but would prefer singing it to other tunes are invited to do so. Peacock was sure he would not mind in the least.


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