Merasheen Born and Merasheen Bred

by Donatus Fulford

As a boy I remember I was often times told
Son this old island’s worth its weight in gold
Now don’t you go searching for fortune and fame
Stay on this old island or it won’t be the same.

Chorus
For a Merasheen Islander you’ll always be
Tho’ you make your home in some land ‘cross the sea
I’ll always remember the last words he said
You’re Merasheen born boy and Merasheen bred.

That far away look that came into his eye
The stories he told of when he was a boy
Of the times he went fishing out in Golden Bay
Then he turned to me slowly and always will say

Chorus - For a Merasheen Islander . . .

The call of the city soon proved to be strong
It took me away from the home I belonged
But the memories still lingered as each day was done
I remembered my father’s last words to his son.

Chorus - For a Merasheen Islander . . .

You Merasheeners wherever you roam
You know your old island is always your home
And as you be resting as each day is done
Remember those words from a Merasheen son.

Chorus - For a Merasheen Islander . . .