Children of the Kyle

This is in honor of Jean Earle Kennedy.

By Libby

Written July 2010

Lady KYLE

Guy tried his best to let her go

He met his match in Lady Kyle

Fitted for ice you know

She wasn't ready to crash and pile

Into Harbour Grace she went

To sit and rest and wait awhile

Along came Libby, daughter of the Kyle

Libby won't give up, she's bent

The Kyle will live! She's been sent

The Seamen's ghosts are laughing along her way

The Kyle will live, she will not stray

For Newfoundlanders everywhere

She is our monument, our lady fair.

She won't crash upon the rocks

All the naysayers she will outfox.

The SS Kyle will rue this day

She did so much and saved so many

She'll be launched, this is the way

To pay honor to those who lived & lost

Worked their bones off for the sea

We can't let her go at any cost

Its our heritage, our ode, our key

To all that's past, can never be

NOT CRASHED UPON THE ROCKS!!!!!

The Lady Kyle must live again

For all to come and see her there

This is right, its only fair

No underwater grave for my ship so brave

The Lady Kyle, "The Bulldog of the North"

written by her pitbull, Libby Earle

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THE CHILDREN OF THE KYLE

A Newfoundlander now and forever more
Carbonear will be his home and not some distant shore
If it wasn’t for Melanie it never would have been
The nite Carbonear screeched the Yankee in.

As stunning Kim White took photos of Brian's feet
The smell rose as Brian froze in Newfie water deep
Brian took a bite of caplin instead of treasured cod
Then Edna made him recite and gave him the nod

Edna took Brian to the floor to do a Newfie jig,
As Brian washed down the screech a Yankee no more

When Libby Earle came to Old Carbonear Town,
She brought the Yank and met the byes and never saw a frown.

Kelvin Rice walked in that night we were around the bay.
We heard he was the man that would make the music play.
We asked him to play at the Stone House after Brian was screeched in
“No come up to the house and the playing will begin.”

So up the street all hands trooped staggerrin as we went
I must say we had a ball even though all hands were bent.
Kevin led us to a door and over some stairs
Up to a flat were stood a cat, so very fearce.

That’s when a fella from Toronto made a big mistake
Kelvin saw it first, he yelled, we all took up the rake
The stupid fella tried to pour the cat some beer
We told him loud “in Newfoundland” we don’t do that here.
Go back where ya come from Bye, if yar smart
If ya hang around here long you’ll be in a cart!

Well Brian got screeched in that night his feet they nearly froze
He stood in Newfie waters deep and now where ever he goes
He’ll go down in history like the Children of the Kyle.

The night the ghosts of Carbonear looked down and had to Smile.
This Stone House of history a nite to go on file
Became the meeting place for all around “The Children of the Kyle.”

What happened that night in Carbonear and the day after
Will fill the hearts of all around with whales of laughter
Libs went up to Dennis’ house and knocked upon the door
Louise answered and sent the three around back for more.
And on the back porch that day Libs met Dennis that's for sure
She said Hi Im the sister of Phil Earle,
Den replied “Then you’re my sister girl”

But Libs she knew as soon as she saw him
Dennis looked just like Guy Fred, again
In her minds eye was a memory of long ago
As Libs met Dennis and saw Captain Guy too
For she'd seen only seen Guy and Guy Fred one time
They were still there in her soul and in her mind.

Libby puked and let out a roar across the land
The Bull moose heard, got scared and ran
Coming back from Carbonear and the Celtic Rider bash
Brian and Libs made it without a crash.

We flew across the TCH proud and free
Didn’t know at all, that Libs would need to pee
Didn’t know at all that the moose could crush us in pieces
We made it back to Mt. Pearl flying like the geeses.

God looked at us that nite and many nights before,
What happened in Carbonear will go down in folklore.

Poor Dave Parsons was not there that nite for he was out at sea
He was stuck in fog and ice and that just couldn’t be
But he was there that first nite and told us quite a tale.
A tale that’s told across the land which made the ghosts’ wail

What happened that night in the House of Stone
The Children of the Kyle have finally come home.

Some of which I’m sure will try to deny
But I know and they do to, The Children of the Kyle.
You're all my brothers and sisters too, and I need you to know
I love you all, and always will, even if you ignore
The love is there, its blood you know forevermore.