alfred wallis (Remove filter)
song - nova scotia
Well he’s off to Nova Scotia in the morning
Where the whales sing and ice burgs touch the sky
He’s tired of the fusty stale old workhouse
And he needs the salty sea to spark his eye.
He remembers when he was a child of nine years old
To Newfoundland he surely found his way
The ocean was his home
Wherever he did roam
And Penzance was a lonely pla...
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 6:56 pm
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