Oh Newfoundland – My Newfoundland
My Newfoundland! My Father’s, my mother’s. my Children’s Newfoundland! My throat is a little full tonight….and my eyes are a bit wet, as I look out over the nearby hills…. The budding birches and the green spruce and fir trees that are my little piece of Newfoundland. What a brave, free breeze blows through those trees. How bravely they stand. God grant that nothing may happen to this Newfoundland of ours. Grant that we may have the strength to keep her! Make us willing and glad to make what sacrifices , that we must, that all that Newfoundland means to us, shall not perish from the earth!
WAS USED TO TRY AND SELL WAR BONDS DURING SECOND WORLD WAR. IT SAYS SO MUCH TO ME. TO BE FREE AND NOT LOSE WHAT WE HAVE. I FOUND THIS VERSE ON AN OLD AD AND HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN.
