This poem appeared in the St. Joseph's, Port Felix, parish bulletin, probably sometime in Spring 1974. The author's name was not given. Mystery solved by Glenda Colp. She remembers the parish priest Father Hughie MacDonald singing the song at a concert in Port Felix, so sounds like he was the author.
						come my friends and fill your glass And listen to my song. I am a roving sailor lad, A man of many a wrong. I sleep in trees and shoot the breeze On land and sea and foam, And often wished I'd never left My Old Port Felix Home.
						ort Felix is a Village Small With houses by the sea, With many kind and human hearts That are so dear to me. Though I have travelled far and wide Wuth friends who loved to roam My heart with joy would always turn To my Port Felix Home.
						he Bonds and Boudreaus have been there For many years they say- Bellfontaines, Caseys, Cashins too- They still are there today. They're all my friends, I wish then well In sorrow and in joy. No truer friends I've ever known Since I was first a boy.
						he Avery Names, the Pellerines, The Smiths and the Surettes Are music to my practised ear Like music of casettes. And I would be untrue to you And false as friends from Krone Did I o'erlook the David name Whose fame is so well known.
						eBlanc, Fougere and King and Marr Are names in my home land. And I am proud of all of them, My love they do command. But there are other families Whose names I know full well, And if you listen while I sing These names to you I'll tell.
						here's George and Jelleau, Emmons, too, Fitzpatrick and DeCoste. To all of these I would propose My very finest toast. And how could I forget Woodroffe, McGrury or Greencorn! They are an honor to Felix The Port where I was born.
						oudrey, Creamer and Richard Are names upon my list. And I would ne'er forgive myself If Tibbo I had missed. is long as sun and moon will shine And waves break on the shore I'll ask my God to bless them all, 1 could not ask for more.
						evandier is the final name - That I will mention here. Behind that name there is a fame That rings out loud and clear. So now my friends we ask you all To raise your wine-cup high And drink a healthy toast to all, My friends before they die.
						" OD BLESS YOU ALL, MES CHERS AMIS THROUGH ALL THE FUTURE YEARS. AND MAY HIS HOLY MOTHER Allay your useless fears . When Time is done and all are gone To shores where angels trod May all Felicians meet again Before the Throne of God."