is often in my thoughts, since moving to Embree
The years and years I spent there, keeps coming back to me,
I think Exploits should be renamed, and called Richardville
As only Richard and Lydia are living down there still.
remember the good old wigwam, where we had many a dance
With George Jacobe's accorden, to make our feet prance,
Every Christmas there were concerts in the Orange Hall
With Christmas trees loaded with gifts big and small.
dress up as a janny was our delight
And visit every home night after
One thing in particular, of which I was very fond
Was to go in skating on Peyton's pond.
a young boy, I had many a spill
While riding my coaster down Lacey's Hill,
Some Easter Sundays a few girls and boys
Would go to Nanny's Hole Head to see the sun rise.
school picnics on the Meeting House Hill
With their games and races gave many a thrill,
Night after night some boys could be found
Driving works and yarning on the Devils Ground.
spring when the harbour ice thawed out
We would get on the small pans and copy about,
When school was over we boys could be found
Out jigging tomcods on Grebe Head Ground.
by the dozens were anchored about
Each spring were hauled down, and then trimmed out.
Some schooners fitted out for the Labrador
While the rest went fishing on the French Shore.
"Bullbird", the "Turr", and the "Mapleleaf" too
Scotch Cure, Merry Widow, to name just a few,
The Clyde, Home and Portia also the Prospero
Brought freight, mail and passengers, long long ago.
Church Bells rang on Sunday, all through the year
Reminding everybody it was time for prayers.
The Orangemen held their annual parade, also the F.P.U.
They usually had a tea in the Hall, with a concert too.
girls in Lower Harbour were a saucy lot
I know, because I courted one, Fred Manuel's daughter "Dot".
I would visit the forge when I was a boy
To watch Alex Wells, the Blacksmith, make sparks fly.
would go to the Net Loft at least once a week
Get in the linnet pounds and play "Hide and Seek",
During summer evenings, as the sun went down
Fishing punts sailed through the narrows, from the fishing grounds.
in Tom Walls Harbour, there was Bill Pilley's mine
A place we liked to visit sometimes when it was fine,
The dock, the saw pit and the big steam pot
Were more places we boy liked to visit quite a lot.
after year when the drift ice came in
Men and boys would go looking for seals to haul in,
When the berries were ripe, off to Long Point we would go
And each of us picked five gallons or so.
Of all the different animals the people used to keep
There's nothing left in Exploits now, but Richard's cat's and sheep.
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