In October 19 and 14, they left on the florizel
To train upon Salisbury plain, the regiment there would dwell
'Til August when they did embark, bound for The Dardanelles
To Suvla Bay they steamed away and glory at Caribou Hill
From the beaches of Gallipoli, those fearless lads in their blue putties
Did march their way into history, to fight upon foreign shore
From Arras, and Ypres to Poelcappele, the somme produced a portrait of hell
The bloody mud of Beaumont Hamel, we’ll see their kind nevermore.
The following year, the 29th Division was sent to France
With Borderer and Fusilier, again they were given the chance
On the first of July through no man’s land the whistles did sound the advance
But few would survive the July drive’s impossible circumstance
For the rest of 16, as was to be seen, replenished ranks reignite
Entrenched in mud, they spilled their blood through rain and gas in the night
With Guedecourt now in their lines and Monchy le Preux in their sights,
And with DCM and Croix de Guerres the Newfoundlanders fight!
The closing years that saw them there -from Ypres and onto Cambrai
From Paschendale to Bailleal-Nieppe, they fought every inch of the way
till their last engagement of the War, earned the VC that day
Though victors cheers would take them years to count up the price that they paid
From fishermen, lawyer and shopkeeper, every trade in the colony
From tickle, bight, or cove or bay. Harbour, town or city
From Ayre to Butler, Ricketts and Steele, familiar names you’ll see
The brave and true of the Caribou so famed for a century!