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Ode to Isle Madame
She sits off Cape Breton engulfed by the sea Known only to a few but much loved by me
She has many secrets this island of mine But love’s in abundance, this makes her so fine
The natives were here first and then came the Basque To fish the deep waters but not be the last
Charles Robin arrived here and built a fish plant He hired our men folk but paid them a scant
When John Paul Jones plundered and burned Robin's plant He fired his cannons and made people rant
Acadians arrived and built their log homes A finer place, they said was likely unknown
They once built great ships here with big sails and rigs Built by men of iron big schooners and brigs
The people they prospered from all their hard toil Fishing the rough seas and working the soil
And then came the day when the fish were all gone “Lord, what will we do now, where have we gone wrong?”
Oh fear not, dear people we come from great stock We'll conquer our fears, folks we’re solid as rock
We’ll build a new lifestyle that suits us all right And show all our children the future is bright
And so we have conquered, we're strong as can be The Isle Madame people still live by the sea
© 2006 Jeanne Joyce-Stone. All Rights Reserved. |