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GEST Songs Of Newfoundland And Labrador
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Now, the Hudson Bay Company
Runs its ships in the summertime,
And they stock the stores of the Labrador,
And they stock them full for the wintertime;
The Bay Rupert ran in '28,
Bound down for Baffinland,
But to get to Hopedale, don't 'cha know,
You'd be better off by land.
Oh, they got no charts for the Labrador,
All you hear is, "Stay away!"
There's rocks and ice; dark as hell at night,
From Old Jack Plains Way to Bromfield Bay;
There's wooden ships, steaming ships,
They got frozen men below,
There's mountains right beneath your keel,
So for God's sake don't you go!
She had shoes and coffee, boots and tea,
She had butter, pipes and bridles,
Sleeping bags and saddle soap,
And a dozen score of bibles;
She was open wide, pushing thru the tide,
When she hit that granite rock,
With a mighty sound both ends went down,
And her middle opened up.
Oh, they got no charts for the Labrador,
All you hear is, "Stay away!"
There's rocks and ice; dark as hell at night,
From Old Jack Plains Way to Bromfield Bay;
There's wooden ships, steaming ships,
They got frozen men below,
There's mountains right beneath your keel,
So for God's sake don't you go!
It was Sunday when that ship went down,
And the town was all at prayer,
But no missionary minister or the word of God,
Could have kept them there;
"All's lost, all's lost," the captain cried,
"And I'll never sail no more."
"All's found, all's found!" cried the Eskimos,
As they waited by the shore.
Oh, they got no charts for the Labrador,
All you hear is, "Stay away!"
There's rocks and ice; dark as hell at night,
From Old Jack Plains Way to Bromfield Bay;
There's wooden ships, steaming ships,
They got frozen men below,
There's mountains right beneath your keel,
So for God's sake don't you go!
Well, the tide come in and the goods did too,
And they saved them from the sea,
And they said, "It's great doing business,
With the Hudson Bay Company;
We've got shoes and coffee, boots and tea,
We got butter, pipes and bridles,
Sleeping bags and saddle soap,
But to hell with all them bibles!"
Oh, they got no charts for the Labrador,
All you hear is, "Stay away!"
There's rocks and ice; dark as hell at night,
From Old Jack Plains Way to Bromfield Bay;
There's wooden ships, steaming ships,
They got frozen men below,
There's mountains right beneath your keel,
So for God's sake don't you go!