YOU CAN'T FOOL A NEWFOUNDLANDER
Ben Weatherby
See also: Aunt Martha's Sheep

Here's the finish of the story I think that I should tell
About the b'ys in Carmenville who ended up in jail.
They went out on a caper as they went to steal a calf
And thought they fooled a Mountie, but the Mountie got the laugh.

As they told you in the story, the Mountie joined right in.
He had a feed of mutton and he thanked them with a grin.
"If I wasn't still on duty, well, I'd stay and have a beer,
For a finer bunch of by's I know I'll never find like here."

Now, when he left they thought that they had seen the last of he.
They didn't know that in a while back to the house he'd be,
And that he wouldn't be alone, a friend would be with him,
And this time at the party, well, he'd wear a bigger grin.

Now as they watched him drive away, they all began to boast
To think they gave him mutton and he thought that it was moose.
A Mountie from the mainland, they knew they'd told him lies,
And drank a toast to the wool they pulled over his eyes.

They were drinking and were talking 'bout the sheep that they had took,
When above the songs and laughter they heard another knock.
They said. "come on in and join us 'cause we're havin' quite a night,"
But when the door came open, well, they got an awful fright.

In the doorway stood Aunt Martha who had come to claim her sheep,
And the man who stood beside her, he had boots upon his feet.
With stripes upon his trousers and a grin upon his face,
The Mountie from the mainland was a man from Harbour Grace!

So now they wish the mutton had come from other means,
For now instead of mutton they're eatin' pork and beans.
So if you see a man and on his hat's a yellow band,
Don't think that you can fool him -- he might be from Newfoundland!