“The Beloved Land”
A young man on deck says "Farewell my beloved land; I'll see thee no more." He thinks of his youth and fighting "the tyrant" but now he is "prescribed as an exile"
Beloved Land, The Partial text(s) *** A *** From Kenneth Peacock, Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Volume II, pp. 352-353. Sung by Phillip Foley, Tilting, July 1952. The sun's setting beams on the sea were reflecting As gracefully glided our ship with the breeze; On the deck stood a youth, silent, pale and dejected. Oh why was that young heart so thoughtful and grieved? As he stood there alone his lonely watch keeping The breeze on his broad brow the dark curls were sweeping, And ever through his own silent watch he was weeping Saying, "Farewell my beloved land; I'll see thee no more." (2 additional stanzas)
- Peacock, pp. 352-353, "The Beloved Land" (1 text, 1 tune)
- ST Pea352 (Partial)
- Roud #6456
- BI, Pea352