The Bell of the Rock
I know a lady of old
From Newfoundland she comes
She lived in a quaint old port
In the city of St. John's.
She speaks with an Irish accent
She's the only one here who can
I tried to learn to speak like her
But no one could understand.
She doesn't gossip or tattle
Or lead the good astray
She has earned respect and honour
And brings sunshine to my day.
She lives the golden rule each day
As he whistles when she walks.
This lovely lady of gold I call.
Newfoundland's Bell of the Rock!
Brenda Elizabeth Rose
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