THE EMIGRANT FROM NEWFOUNDLAND      Dear Newfoundland, have I got to leave you To seek employment in a foreign land Forced from our nation by sheer starvation I now must leave you dear Newfoundland        Your rocky mountains, your hills and meadows  Where I oft time played on a summer's day Where merry parties and happy picnics     Are passed from view with the boys that play     Where of in the spring on a pleasant evening To the Blockhouse go or the Battery stand       Where crowds stood eager to watch the sailors Sailing in the narrows of Newfoundland.    All decked with bunting no m ore I'll see you Although its years since I took my stand   Near the greasy pole or the wheel of fortune On Regatta Day in dear Newfoundland    For Newfoundland with your fisheries failing     Your sons and daughters must leave each fall Forced by poverty and cruel taxation The shores of Boston is home for all. Although with friends I feel sad at parting My aged parents on the pier will stand To bid farewell to their sons and daughters      Who now must leave you dear Newfoundland      So keep your sons and your fairest daughters  Employed at home on your shores so grand     May the present generation adorn your nation          Is the prayer of an emigrant from Newfoundland.