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It was on a Sunday morning, and the day be calm and fine,
To the Harbour Grace excursion, with the boys to have a time;
And just before the sailor took the gangway from the pier,
I saw some fella haul me wife on board as a volunteer.
O me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O me, O my, I think I'm gonna die;
O me, O my, I heard me old one say,
I wish I had never taken this excursion around the bay.
We'd full three hundred souls aboard, oh what a splendid sight,
Matt Strong in regimentals to make our spirits bright;
And meself being in the double from the funny things they'd say,
They'd choke themselves from laughing when they see us in the bay.
O me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O me, O my, I think I'm gonna die;
O me, O my, I heard me old one say,
I wish I had never taken this excursion around the bay.
My wife she got no better, oh she turned a sickly green,
I fed her cake and candy, fat pork and kerosene;
Castor-oil and sugar of candy, I rubbed hair-oil on her face,
And I said she'll be a dandy, when we reaches Harbour Grace.
O me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O me, O my, I think I'm gonna die;
O me, O my, I heard me old one say,
I wish I had never taken this excursion around the bay.
My wife she got no better, oh me wife, me darling dear,
The screeches from her truly you could hear in Carbonear;
I tried every place in Harbour Grace, tried every store and shop,
To get her something for a cure, or take her to the hop.
O me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O me, O my, I think I'm gonna die;
O me, O my, I heard me old one say,
I wish I had never taken this excursion around the bay.
She died below the Brandies, as we were coming back,
We buried her in the ocean, wrapped up in a Union Jack;
So now I am a single man in search of a pretty face,
And the woman that says she'll have me, well we're off for Harbour Grace.
O me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O me, O my, I think I'm gonna die;
O me, O my, I heard me old one say,
I wish I had never taken this excursion around the bay.
O me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O me, O my, I think I'm gonna die;
O me, O my, I heard me old one say,
I wish I had never taken this excursion around the bay. HEY!
It was [G] on a Sunday morning, and the day be calm and fine,
To the [D7] Harbour Grace excursion, with the [G] boys to [D7] have a [G] time;
And just before the sailor took the [C] gangway from the [G] pier,
I [C] saw some fella [G] haul me wife on [D7] board as a volun- [G] teer.
O [G] me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O [D7] me, O my, I [G] think I'm [D7] gonna [G] die;
O me, O my, I [C] heard me old one [G] say,
I [C] wish I'd never [G] taken this ex- [D] cursion around the [G] bay.
We'd full [G] three hundred souls aboard, oh what a splendid sight,
Matt [D7] Strong in regimentals to [G] make our [D7] spirits [G] bright;
And meself being in the double from the [C] funny things they'd [G] say,
They'd [C] they'd choke themselves [G] from laughing when [D7] they see us in the [G] bay.
O [G] me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O [D7] me, O my, I [G] think I'm [D7] gonna [G] die;
O me, O my, I [C] heard me old one [G] say,
I [C] wish I'd never [G] taken this ex- [D] cursion around the [G] bay.
My [G] wife she got no better, oh she turned a sickly green,
I fed [D7] her cake and candy, fat pork [G] and [D7] kero- [G] sene;
Castor-oil and sugar of candy, I rubbed [C] hair-oil on her [G] face,
And [C] I said she'll be [G] a dandy, when we [D7] reaches Harbour [G] Grace.
O [G] me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O [D7] me, O my, I [G] think I'm [D7] gonna [G] die;
O me, O my, I [C] heard me old one [G] say,
I [C] wish I'd never [G] taken this ex- [D] cursion around the [G] bay.
My wife [G] she got no better, oh me wife, me darling dear,
The [D7] screeches from her truly you could [G] hear in [D7] Carbo- [G] near;
I tried every place in Harbour Grace, tried [C] every store and [G] shop,
To [C] get her something [G] for a cure, or [D7] take her to the [G] hop.
O [G] me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O [D7] me, O my, I [G] think I'm [D7] gonna [G] die;
O me, O my, I [C] heard me old one [G] say,
I [C] wish I'd never [G] taken this ex- [D] cursion around the [G] bay.
She [G] died below the Brandies, as we were coming back,
We bur- [D7] ied her in the ocean, wrapped [G] up in a [D7] Union [G] Jack;
So now I am a single man in [C] search of a pretty [G] face,
And [C] the woman that [G] says she'll have me, well we're [D7] off for Harbour [G] Grace.
O [G] me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O [D7] me, O my, I [G] think I'm [D7] gonna [G] die;
O me, O my, I [C] heard me old one [G] say,
I [C] wish I'd never [G] taken this ex- [D] cursion around the [G] bay.
O [G] me, O my, I heard me old one cry,
O [D7] me, O my, I [G] think I'm [D7] gonna [G] die;
O me, O my, I [C] heard me old one [G] say,
I [C] wish I'd never [G] taken this ex- [D] cursion around the [G] bay.
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