In 1696 when I was 17 years old
On Carbonear Island I sought refuge from my home
The word came up and down the Bay
The French again would raid
Their killing and their burning
From St Johns to Port de Grave
I was the watchman
Cause my eyes were true and clear
When I saw their ships approaching
D'Iberville held my fear
The stories were related and
The horrors had been told
My voice cried out the warning
May the Lord have Mercy on our souls
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On Carbonear Island
We made our stand
We fought for king and country
And the love of our land
We would not surrender
We would not lie down
We were proud and strong
And we stood our ground
We were hardy fisherman
Not trained to kill a man
We bled for our courage
Our tears christened this land
The island now lies empty
But the ghosts are still there
Their legacy lives on
That spirit is still hear ( is still hear)
© 2006 Shawn Lidster.
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