#01019
Church Cove Song (Collected by MacEdward Leach)

Well, I'll tell you of a place you know well:
They buried a fortune a very long spell,
In a place called Church Cove on the Southern Shore,
Where gold it was buried, they say, in galore.

Some say 'twas a pirate they called Captain Kidd,
In Church Cove his wonderful fortune had hid;
And for years they were digging the fortune to raise,
Till the boys of the village got near in the craze.

Where the money was buried a great many went,
With pickaxes and shovels to put up a tent;
And just as they struck the first pick in the ground,
The ghost of a darkie did hover around.

Now, a crew in from Burin, at least so we're told,
They started a-digging and struck on the gold;
And the load was so heavy to bring down the track,
That a hump like a butter tub grew on their back.

They rise from that spot on that terrible night,
And the crackie got turned inside out from the fright;
And a man from Cape Broyle who had watched the queer sight,
His whiskers turned foxy that always were white.

####.... Author unknown. Traditional Newfoundland song ....####

Sung by Vince Ledwell [1888-1982] of Calvert, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Crackie - small, noisy mongrel dog; frequently in phrase 'saucy as a cracky,' applied to a person who usually has a saucy tongue or a person who will answer back.


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