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Tales Of The Phantom Ship (Lennie Gallant) w/lyrics & video
See also: Phantom Ship (Joe West)

               #2193: YouTube video by KittiexKat ©2012
                            ~ Used with permission ~

On a night as black as a raven's feather,
Thunder cracked like a snap of leather,
And the wind whips through the black spruce on the shore;
Waves are pounding on the beaches harder,
As the last of the fishermen have reached safe harbour,
And the wind turns cold, cuts to the core.

Out on the wide Northumberland Strait,
A ball of fire skips o'er the waves,
And those who watch they can't believe their eyes;
There's a burst of flame and a flash of light,
And there on the tide is a frightening sight,
As a tall ship, all aflame, lights up the sky.

Tales of the phantom ship, from truck to keel in flames;
She sails the wide Northumberland Strait,
No one knows her name.
Tales of the phantom ship, it's a ship of fire they cry;
Hard against the wind she sails,
No one can say why.

They say she's a three-masted square-rigger,
Four hundred tons or maybe bigger,
With fire on every rope and spar and sail.
Out of the east though the wind blows west,
She ploughs the Strait on an unknown quest,
Cuttin' through the waves with the strength of a full force gale.

Of why she appears there's none who know,
Some say it's nothing but a moonlit glow,
But those who've seen her swear they tell no lies;
They tell how her bow suddenly drops down,
And into the depths of the Strait she's bound,
And the wind goes wild with wailing chilling cries.

Tales of the phantom ship, from truck to keel in flames;
She sails the wide Northumberland Strait,
No one knows her name.
Tales of the phantom ship, it's a ship of fire they cry;
Hard against the wind she sails,
No one can say why.

Some say she's an immigrant ship of old,
Highland Scots whose land was stolen,
Lost at sea while seeking the new land;
Or a ghostly American privateer,
Who plundered innocent harbours here,
Cursed to sail the Strait, forever damned.

But an old man sang a song to me,
Six hundred Acadians drowned at sea,
Deported long ago from Saint John's Isle;
He says they sail this choppy Strait,
Throughout time and tide they navigate,
Searching for the means to end their long exile.

Tales of the phantom ship, from truck to keel in flames;
She sails the wide Northumberland Strait,
No one knows her name.
Tales of the phantom ship, it's a ship of fire they cry;
Hard against the wind she sails,
No one can say why.

Tales of the phantom ship, from truck to keel in flames;
She sails the wide Northumberland Strait,
No one knows her name.
She sails the wide Northumberland Strait,
When will she sail again?

####.... Lennie Gallant ....####
Recorded by Lennie Gallant on his debut album (Breakwater, trk#1, 1988 CD, Gallant Effort Productions, Halifax, Nova Scotia.)

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From Wikipedia:
Expulsion of the Acadians - In 1534, Jacques Cartier was the first European to see Prince Edward Island. As part of the French colony of Acadia, the island was then called Íle Saint-Jean (St. John's Isle). Toward the middle of the eighteenth century roughly 1,000 Acadians lived on Íle Saint-Jean. Many of them had fled there from mainland Nova Scotia during the first wave of the British-ordered expulsion in 1755, increasing the population to 5,000. However, many more were forcibly deported during the second wave of the expulsion after the Siege of Louisbourg (1758). In the Íle Saint-Jean Campaign (1758) General Jeffery Amherst ordered Colonel Andrew Rollo to capture the island. Many Acadians died in the expulsion enroute to France: on December 13, 1758, the transport ship Duke William sank and 364 died. A day earlier the Violet sank and 280 died; several days later the Ruby sank with 213 on board.






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