Pour le Christ et le roi!

Ô Canada! Terre de nos aïeux, Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux! Car ton bras sait porter l’épée, Il sait porter la croix! Ton histoire est une épopée Des plus brillants exploits.Et ta valeur, de foi trempée, Protégera nos foyers et nos droits Protégera nos foyers et nos droits. Sous l’œil de Dieu, près […]

So Bid Farewell

The Idiot. Stan Rogers. I often take these nightshift walks when the foreman’s not around. I turn my back on the cooling stacks and make for open ground. Far out beyond the tank-farm fence where the gas-flare makes no sound, I forget the stink and I always think back to that Eastern town. I remember […]

Na Gàidheil agus an Ainmean-Àite an Albainn Nuaidh

I recently stumbled upon this wonderful resource for Gàidhlig toponyms in Nova Scotia, Na Gàidheil Agus an Ainmean-Àite an Albainn Nuaidh (The Gaels and Their Place Names in Nova Scotia), a project of the Gaelic Affairs office of the Province of Nova Scotia.

This is Your Flag

This is your flag — Fight for it. This slogan of the 207th has been made the title of a stirring song dedicated to the 207th Battalion — Read it — Words by Miss Esther Knott. Music by Donald Heins. How would you care to see the old flag down, boys, Would you care to […]

Bight

In geography, bight has two meanings. A bight can be simply a bend or curve in any geographical feature — usually a bend or curve in the line between land and water. Alternatively, the term can refer to a large (and often only slightly receding) bay. It is distinguished from a sound by being shallower. Traditionally explorers defined a bight as […]

Long May It Sway, O’er Bight and Bay

The pink, the rose of England shows, The green St. Patrick’s emblem, bright While in between, the spotless sheen of Andrew’s cross displays the white. Then hail the pink, the white, the green, Our patriot flag long may it stand. Our Sirelands twine, their emblems trine, To form the flag of Newfoundland! Fling out the […]

God Guard Thee, Newfoundland

When sun rays crown thy pine clad hills, And summer spreads her hand, When silvern voices tune thy rills, We love thee, smiling land. We love thee, we love thee, We love thee, smiling land. When spreads thy cloak of shimmering white, At winter’s stern command, Thro’ shortened day, and starlit night, We love thee, […]