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O, the blowing gale and the raging sea,
Bring back a bitter memory,
When wife and child stood on the quay,
And their tears rolled into the tumbling sea.
From Bartlett's Harbour Myers III,
A dragger fitted for the sea,
Steamed out to fish off Port-aux-Basques,
And to feed their kin was the crew's proud task.
There was Ewan Hynes, a Reefs Harbour lad,
Who fished at home 'longside his dad,
But he took that trip, on the Myers III,
As the hand of Fate was drawing near.
And there were four young Myers men,
There was Junior, Clarence, Dave and Jim,
From Bartletts Harbour, brothers all,
They together answered the ocean's call.
Away, away upon the waves,
Went five young men, their hearts ablaze;
This trip they prayed would be their best,
Then home they'd steam to their winter's nest.
But as they fished off Port-aux-Basque,
The wind picked up an ugly mask;
They thought to make just one last haul,
Then steam away to their homesoil.
And now my heart it hurts to tell,
Of five Newfoundland fishermen,
Not one returned to his homesoil,
Ended was their life and earthly toil.
I know the place where they have gone,
To Fiddler's Green went everyone;
It's a land far out beyond the sea,
Where fishermen live for eternity.
Please say a prayer for those who died,
And don't forget these left behind;
Their hearts are sore for evermore,
Thinking of young Hynes and the brothers four.
O, the blowing gale and the raging sea,
Bring back a bitter memory,
When wife and child stood on the quay,
And their tears rolled into the tumbling sea.
