In Newfoundland

by Steve Cavin

While walking to the pub one day,

I passed a stranger, on the way.

He told me all he had to say,

And quickly moved along.

Now, normally I'd let it go,

But asked him "Sir, I'd like to know,

If all the things you say are so?

He told me in a song.


In England, you've got pubs galore,

In Germany, you'll ask for more,

And in the States, the beer is poor,

Although they say it's grand.

Listen to me now, my son,

For beer and girls and lots of fun,

The best of all, and the least of none,

You'll find in Newfoundland!


The biggest man you've ever seen,

Known to all as Bobby Green,

Found the pub somewhere between,

His work and his front door.

His mug, they say, had a terrible leak,

He drained it fast as you could speak.

I heard it took them nearly a week,

To get him off the floor.


In England, you've got pubs galore,

In Germany, you'll ask for more,

And in the States, the beer is poor,

Although they say it's grand.

Listen to me now, my son,

For beer and girls and lots of fun,

The best of all, and the least of none,

You'll find in Newfoundland!


Sittin' at the corner table,

A working girl, the beauteous Mable,

Gracefully as she was able,

Guzzling down a brew.

A daring mate, her cheek he kissed.

She struck him squarely with her fist,

And said "Don't cross me off your list,

But buy me a beer or two!".


In England, you've got pubs galore,

In Germany, you'll ask for more,

And in the States, the beer is poor,

Although they say it's grand.

Listen to me now, my son,

For beer and girls and lots of fun,

The best of all, and the least of none,

You'll find in Newfoundland!