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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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There's a noble fleet of sealers,
Being fitted for the ice,
They'll take a chance again this year,
Tho' fat's gone down in price;
And the owners will supply them,
As in the days of old,
For in Newfoundland the sealing voyage,
Means something more than gold.
For the ice is drifting south'ard,
It's getting near the funks,
And men will leave their feather beds,
To sleep in wooden bunks;
Tho' times are getting hard again,
Our men have not gone soft,
They'll haul their tows o'er icy floes,
Or briskly go aloft.
The Algerine is first to sail,
She's steaming out the harbour,
With eager sealers on her deck,
And on the bridge - Wilf Barbour;
The Viking blood runs in his veins,
As in the days of yore,
When the Barbours fought the seal and whale,
And fished the Labrador.
The Terra Nova's next to sail,
In charge of Charley Kean,
In the history of our fisheries,
That's a grand and worthy name;
His crew of bully, northern men,
Can handle gaff or gun,
To get their share, they'll risk and dare,
And think it all great fun.
The Arctic Sealer's late to sail,
Her crew worked with a will,
Led by that modern jowler,
The sealer's friend - Sid Hill;
Tho' the last to leave the harbour,
He was first to strike the patches,
And on march the twenty-ninth,
Bore in log-loaded to the hatches.
There's one sailed from Catalina,
Her owner is commander,
She's the staunch and sturdy, local built,
The good ship Newfoundlander;
When the white coats bawl, he'll risk his all,
Despite hard luck before,
For there's ne'er a man in Newfoundland,
The likes of John Blackmore.
And now they're back in old St. John's,
A-sharing out the flippers,
Let's wish good luck to sealers all,
Likewise their gallant skippers;
Tho' Newfoundland is changing fast,
Some things we must not lose,
May we always have our flipper pie,
And codfish for our brewis.