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We weighed our anchors in Harley Buck,
In a hot and humid clime;
The steam-boat took us in the run,
We soon leaved her behind.
We unfurled canvas fore and aft,
In a sweet and pleasant breeze;
Till lufting topsails carried us on,
As she crept o'er the seas.
Two nights and days we sailed that way,
Our ship before the wind;
Two nights and days we sailed that way,
Till we got on the line.
It's for our noble captain,
He's plowed the ocean far;
And, like him, our sea-faring mate,
A stout and jolly tar.
It was for those four young seamen bold,
Have nothing to trouble their mind;
But thinking on those handsome girls,
Which they had leaved behind.
And now we're anchored in Harbour Grace,
The land we do adore;
We'll now la'nch out our long-boats,
And lusty pull on shore.
Where we drank liquor there all day,
We'll drink an o'erflowing can;
We'll drink a health to all seamen bold,
That sails from Newfoundland.
Some pretty girls we will see there,
With hearts so young and gay;
Who like some early blossoms,
Blooms in the month of May.
The rose that blooms upon their cheek,
'Twould win the heart of man;
The pride of all our nation is,
Those girls of Newfoundland.
Collected in 1958 from Arthur Nicolle of Rocky Harbour, NL, by Ken Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 3, pp.875-876, by The National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
