We hear this spoken by some folk
Maberly soon will be
A ghost town with its industry
The Salt Cod Fishery.
No stages, boats nor fishing gear
Are seen along the shore
The old folks that once caught the cod
Are gone for evermore.
A lovely spot is Maberly
This hamlet by the sea
In summer when the tourist come
They love its scenery.
The marshes and the barrens too
Abound with berries wild
A source of income for the folks
And every boy and child.
People come from near and far
Those berries for to pick
With bakeapples in the early fall
They fill their buckets quick.
The partridgeberry industry
Alike for rich and poor
Is better here than anywhere
Along the Eastern shore.
The blueberry is scarce in quantity
Is still a source of wealth
And makes sweet wine for Christmas time
It's good too for one's health.
The folks grow all the crops they need
The land is fertile here
Potatoes are as good as seen
At any country fair.
Two miles of road connect this place
To the town of Elliston
Its upkeep by the government
Is very small when done.
The school bus no doubt cost a bit
Of dough to make it go
And then there is the snow plow
That clears the road of snow.
The electric lights along the road
And in our homes likewise
Are paid when due, we never fink
Though some say people try.
The facts that's stated here are true
We never will agree
To end our days away from home
In some locality.
We have good water near at hand
The best that can be found
And grazing land is plentiful
For cattle all around.
There's tons of hay that could be cut
For grass is plenty here
Enough to feed a thousand sheep
The people do declare.
Nature has provided us
With codfish in galore
And berries that are plentiful
No distance from our door.
Some of the folks that once lived here
Have settled now in town
They thought electric lights
Would never get around.
Now when they come to visit here
And see the old homestead
They view with envy those who stayed
Although they were in need.
Centralization may be best
When things are handled right
But dumping people everywhere
Is sure an awful sight.
What good is it to leave a place
Where plenty can be found
And live one's days in poverty
Within some busy town?
To move the houses from this place
Much money would be spent
Enough to buy an airplane
And cross the continent.
They say this twentieth century
Will see the end of time
If this is so we then will be
Within some other clime.
So when you look at it this way
And others stated here
Let us enjoy our heritage
The place we love so dear.
If Joey and his government
Would lend a helping hand
We'd make this place a paradise
The best in Newfoundland.
Canon Bailey named this place
From Bonavista town
A Godly man who loved to preach
To people all around.
We love it more because of him
And all of us agree
There is no better place to live
Than here in Maberly.