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St.John's in Terra Nova Is many leagues away; My thoughts are with that dear old town, I sigh to be there today. I think of its sports and pleasures, But recollection fond Recalls most vividly of all Those nights on Burton's Pond. I've been to the ball and playhouse, I've roamed through Central Park, I've listened to famous singers in the city of New York. These pleasures are great ,I grant you, But something far beyond Was the joyous skate with darling Kate O'er the ice on Burton's Pond. Oh! darling,pink-cheeked maiden, The ocean rolls between, And the years 'twixt twenty and forty Will mercilessly intervene, But memory brings your bright face back, Your eyes like the stars beyond, The eyes that stole my heart that night We met on Burton's Pond. Boast of your Southern Sunny lands, Your olive groves,your vines; What are your "far niente" climes To this brave home of mine? Sing loud, you slaves of fashion, The beauties of Beau mond; I'd give them all just to recall Those nights on Burton's Pond. My Kate adorns another home, A happy,honoured wife, And I--well,p'raps for her dear sake I lead a lonely life. Though she has children almost men, I believe,in her bosom fond, She oft recalls the moonlight nights We spent on Burton's Pond.
Contributed by Martha Warren
Page Revised: July 2002 (Don Tate)
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