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When the little boats go out to sea from the shores of Newfoundland, God, do me a favour and guide them with you hand. Protect them from the dangers and fury of the sea, Cause those little boats of Newfoundland mean the world to me. My Mama told me a story when I was just a little boy. About the little boats of Newfoundland that sometimes made me cry. Ah, she'd tell me of the dangers and the fury of the sea. That will remain until the day I die in my memory. Brave men, she said, is what they are, those who face the icy wind. Never knowing as they leave their sheltered cove that they may never come back again. And then as the teardrops filled my eyes would she hold my tiny hand. And say, son, the proudest things on Earth are those little boats of Newfoundland. When the little boats go out to sea from the shores of Newfoundland, God, do me a favour and guide them with you hand. Protect them from the dangers and fury of the sea cause those little boats of Newfoundland mean the world to me. Yes, those little boats of Newfoundland mean the world to me. Song by Roy Payne.