Once A Newfoundland Man Gus Young doesn't know phony airs.
His charisma comes through trusty truth.
He's waist-deep in devil may dares.
and don't judge friends on their couth.
Mainland ain't where Gus was born.
His outport's far away from mundane.
Some declare salt air makes one forlorn.
Newfoundland doesn't drive folks inane.
Twillingate didn't hold Gus at bay.
Briny eyes were as wide as they're deep.
Long gone fore and aft yesterday
he could sail far ... click to read moreGus Young doesn't know phony airs.
His charisma comes through trusty truth.
He's waist-deep in devil may dares.
and don't judge friends on their couth.
Mainland ain't where Gus was born.
His outport's far away from mundane.
Some declare salt air makes one forlorn.
Newfoundland doesn't drive folks inane.
Twillingate didn't hold Gus at bay.
Briny eyes were as wide as they're deep.
Long gone fore and aft yesterday
he could sail far away in his sleep.
Gus stands up to blow me down gales.
He tweaks through tickles by the score
squires Queen Geraldine along side of whales.
Gus Young's Newfoundland to the core.
Gus touts dinner out at Crow Head
and calls up for Harbour Lights' guests.
It's a night that might raise the dead
with hullabaloo skits and songfests.
He misses the mummer's revelry
and knows what an ugly stick's for.
Queen Geraldine would welcome such glee
nevermind what they'd do to her floor.
Stem to stern and a bight past beyond
Gus has plied his continent's coasts.
This ain't bilge from a bitty pond.
He's no host to a bucket of boasts
At sixty Gus circled the Rock
all alone on a skookum seadoo.
For sure he's not all about talk
but he'll praise the Rock till he's blue.
He's got proof cod was caught by the b'ys
and dried on racks along the shore.
Black and white's a sight for sore eyes
and held hopes they'll return by the score.
Far flung and well sung by their pride,
Gus comes from a fine fettled breed
Newfoundlanders hold little inside
and never surrender their creed.
Paying my respects to Newfoundlanders Gus Young, Geraldine & family.
