Maritime Shores

I've seen this continent's oceans,

And all its creatures in motion.

But above it all for splendour

stands the briny Maritimes.

Where the mist and the rain

Blast life into me,

And the old white pines

Stand guard over the sea.

Though I have left her as ofttime before

Oh how I long for her Maritime shores

I am but one of a thousand of lore

Oh how I long for her Maritime shores

Though I've lost myself in the greenery,

And all other distant scenery,

None match the climes

Of the misty Maritimes.

Elsewhere pipes are singing,

And strings and drums are ringing.

But none with the life

of the briny Maritimes.