From a lake filled land of wind and sea,
A nation proud and free,
In 1907, a new dominion rose,
The heart of Newfoundland's decree.
With stoicism, they took their stand,
To govern their own land.
The Dominion of Newfoundland,
A story bold and grand.
The Dominion, so isolated and free,
A land of rock and rolling sea,
A dominion born in history,
Your past will forever be.
Through the trials and tribulations,
The Great War's heavy toll,
The economy in troubled times,
Yet they kept a steadfast soul.
But in nineteen thirty-four, the tide had turned.
With debts too great to bear,
The Commission of Government was formed,
To lead with hope and care.
The Dominion, so isolated and free,
A land of rock and rolling sea,
A dominion born in history,
Your past will forever be.
No longer self-governed, but not alone.
The Commission took the helm,
To steer through storms and guide the home.
In Newfoundland's rugged realm,
With British hands and Newfoundland hearts,
They worked to rebuild and renew.
Till nineteen-forty-nine, when a new path began,
With Canada, the bond grew.
The Commission, so isolated and free,
A land of rock and rolling sea,
A commission born in history,
Your past will forever be.
From dominion days to confederation,
A journey long and true.
The people of Newfoundland stood strong,
With pride in all they knew.
The Commission's work laid the ground,
For a brighter, hopeful dawn.
In the tapestry of Newfoundland,
Their legacy lives on.
The Commission, so isolated and free,
A land of rock and rolling sea,
A commission born in history,
Your past will forever be.
From tri-color to red arrow,
On ocean and ice so narrow,
Effort and confidence of gold,
A future of confederation sold.