Sea Life

The song playing is The Banks of Newfoundland.

Below near the bottom of the page you will find the words to the song.

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Above you can see the front and back of
the Sand Dollar.
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Sand Dollar Legends:

Version One:
The legend of the Sand Dollar
There's a pretty little legend
That I would like to tell
Of the birth and death of Jesus
Found in this lowly shell.

If you examine closely,
You'll see that you find here
Four nail holes and a fifth one
Made by a Roman's spear.

On one side the Easter lily,
Its center is the star
That appeared unto the shepherds
And led them from afar.

The Christmas poinsettia,
Etched on the other side
Reminds us of His birthday,
Our happy Christmastide.

Now break the center open,
And here you will release
The five white doves awaiting
To spread Good will and peace.

This simple little symbol,
Christ left for you and me
To help us spread His Gospel
Through all eternity.

Version Two:

Upon this odd-shaped sea shell
A legend grand is told
About the life of Jesus
The wondrous tale of old

The center marking plainly shows
The well known Guiding Star
That led to tiny Bethlehem
The Wise Men from afar

The Christmas flower, Poinsettia
For His Nativity
The Resurrection too is marked
The Easter Lily, see

Five wounds were suffered by our Lord
From nails and Roman's spear
When He died for us on the cross
The wounds show plainly here

Within the shell, should it be broke,
Five Doves of Peace are found
To emphasize this legend
So may Love and Peace abound

Version Three:

The Sand Dollar Legend

Upon this odd-shaped seashell
a legend grand is told,
about the life of Jesus,
that wondrous tale of old.

At its center you will see,
there seems to be a star,
like the one that led the shepherds
and wisemen from afar.

Around its surface are the marks
of nails and thorns and spear,
suffered by Christ upon the cross;
the wounds show plainly here.

But there is also an Easter lily,
clear for us to see,
the symbol of Christ's resurrection
for all eternity.







This guy likes a Newfie jig.:

Atlantic Puffin:

Sailboat Sailboat


Isle Of Newfoundland:

In the cold Canadian waters north from the coast of Maine,
there's a Island called Newfoundland swipt with snow, wind
and rain. On the island theres a viliage with custom and it's way,
a little town called Carmenville the home of childhood days.

Those childhood days were something and carefree all the time.
Theres a girl in every story and you know theres one in mine.
She broke my heart so often it stays a little soar. That's the
reason I left home and can't go back no more.

The people make a living on land and on the sea, there are
people on the island that mean the world to me. I wish I had
the power to change the course of time. To live again in
Newfoundland the home of childhood time.

I'd like to watch the sealsmen across the bay, to see again
the farmer sow the seed and cut the hay. The island has no
strangers because everybody is your friend. The island of
Newfoundland I'd like to see again.

The people make a living on the land and on the sea, There
are people on the island that means the world to me. I wish
had the power to change the course of time, to live again in
Newfoundland the home of childhood times.

The song playing is The Banks of Newfoundland.
Midi file sequenced by Barry Taylor."
The Great Canadian Tunebook

Above is an embedded media player.
To stop the music press stop/pause.

The Banks of Newfoundland:

Ye rambling boys of Erin, ye rambling boys beware
When you go on board of a merchant ship, blue dungaree jumpers wear
But have your monkey jackets, boys, keep them at your command
And beware of the cold nor'westers on the banks of Newfoundland.

We had on board two Irish lads, Mike Murphy and Pat Moore
In the year of eighteen forty-four those sailors suffered sore
They pawned their clothes in Liverpool and sold their notes of hand
Not thinking of the cold nor-westers on the banks of Newfoundland.

We had on board an Irish girl, Cassie Higgins was her name
To her I'd promised marriage, on me she had a claim
She tore her flannel petticoat to make mittens for my hands
Before she'd see her true love freeze on the banks of Newfoundland.

I had a dream the other night, I dreamt that I was home
I dreamt that me and my true love were in old Marylebone
That we were on old England's shore with a jug of ale in hand
But when I woke my heart was broke on the banks of Newfoundland.

It's now we're passing the Virgin Rocks and stormy winds do blow
With a crowd of sailors on the the deck a-shoveling off the snow
We'll wash her down, we'll scrub her decks with holystone and sand
And bid adieu to the Virgin Rocks on the banks of Newfoundland.

It's now we're passing Sandy Hook and the cold winds they still blow
With a tug-boat right ahead of us to New York we will go
We'll fill our glasses brimming full with a jug of rum in hand
For while we're here we can't be there on the banks of Newfoundland.

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Credit Animated Seal Gif İKitty Roach

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Last Updated: July 12, 2009

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