Branch, St. Mary's Bay
When morning sun shines brightly
On that village by the sea,
Sweet memories of by gone days
And scenes it brings to me,
As the sound of waves, sweet music
Their melodies relay,
It’s then, it seems, I live my dreams
In Branch, St. Mary’s Bay.
When nature dons, its spring attire
And noonday smiles o’er all,
And busy folks on sea and land
Respond to duty’s call,
From dawn till dark both young and old
With co-operative will
And dormant wealth must soon unfold
Its treasures to their skill
Your kindly Dames, whose daughters fair
Spend virtuous busy lives
In convent, school and hospitals
And happy homes ad wives
And better still your worthy sons
Have awful dangers braved,
And paid with life the supreme price
That others might be saved.
Would I could worthy be
This favour to obtain,
I’d ask God’s blessings on that spot
Forever to remain,
And brighter dawns in future years
Reflect at close of day,
The tranquil rest of spirits blest
In Branch, St. Mary’s Bay