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