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OLD FLAT ROCK HILLS

In my memories again I am strolling along
Where the birds in the treetops are singing their song
To the land of my birthplace it's valleys and dells
Yes, I'm strolling along on the Old Flat Rock Hills.

Yes, strolling down winegaps along by the shore
There's a church on the hillside and Bowring's grand store
To the base of the river as it in the sea spills
It's nice to be there on the Old Flat Rock Hills.

To that old familiar coast and the valleys and dells
To the gay garden parties on the old Chapel hills
Where the happy boys and girls they turn out for the thrills
Just to roam and to scroll in the Old Flat Rock Hills.

From the Big River bridge on evening in June
To enjoy the village dances by the light of the moon
To the merry sounds of laughter and the old time quadrilles
It's among my happy memories on the Old Flat Rock Hills.

O the scenes they have changed but that old bridge still stands
It's the same as when we strolled right there hand in hand
With it's old stone foundation supporting it still
And the waters still run on the Old Flat Rock Hills.

It's the land of my birthplace; it's my old happy home
Down there, I've got friends who are second to none
May I live once again to see her valleys and dells
And to stroll once again on the Old Flat Rock Hills.

Now your sons and your daughters, they have sailed o'er the sea
In search of some adventure in the land of the free
In the land of America its pleasures and thrills
But their hearts they left behind them on the Old Flat Rock Hills.

[Flat Rock -- actual Newfoundland place name.]

[Recorded by Dick Nolan on "Happy Anniversary Newfoundland," 1974.]