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The Forester Song (MacEdward Leach)

There came a call from overseas
For lumbering men to go,
To cross the briny ocean,
To crush the German foe;
Their wives and sweethearts they did mourn
As they stood upon the pier,
Lamenting for the ones they loved
As they shed many a tear.

They said, "Now boys, you're called upon
To go and do your part,
As Newfoundlanders always did,
So now you make a start;
So cheer up, boys, and do not fret
While you are far away,
And you'll come back a credit to
Your countrymen some day."

It was in the month of January
From Bay Bulls we sailed away,
On a liner bound for England
We gave three hearty cheers;
The passengers they lined her deck,
And on us they did smile,
Saying, "Here's the boys from Ferryland
And more from old Cape Broyle."

We don't forget dear Witless Bay
And Bay Bulls, too, likewise,
And bonny little Calvert
Sent forth their darling boys;
And now to mention Tors Cove
And Mobile in my song,
They are the boys that did come forth
To answer to their call.

There's one that came from dear Fermuse,
Saying he is not afraid,
Young Thomas Tobin is his name,
A fisherman by trade;
He bid adieu unto his friends
As he left home that day,
Saying, "When I do return again,
You will have in your hay."

The next that steps on board of her
Hailed from old St John's town,
Commanded by Captain Taylor
Who never wore a frown;
Saying, "I am going with you boys
As I have done before."
And he showed the spirit of the men
From Terra Nova shore.

The next came from the Northern Bays,
As you may understand,
The finest crowd of lumbering men
That ever left our land;
And Torbay, too, including,
They nobly did their part,
And left their sweethearts on the shore,
With a sad and broken heart.

So now, my boys, we're on our way
Across the ocean foam,
To cut the trees in Scotland
Before returning home;
So, boys, don't be downhearted
While crossing o'er the main,
There's lots of firs in Scotland
That will cheer you up again.

So now, my boys, we're on,
So now we're gliding o'er the sea,
The land is drawing nigh,
A sharp lookout for German ships
Are held by every eye;
We're landed safe at last,
And we danced the Sack Of Barley,
As we stepped out on the strand.

So now we're seated on the train,
Some give a heavy sigh,
The girls stood at the station
As we were passing by;
They gave us lunch, they gave us tea,
And took us by the hand,
Saying, you're welcome to this country,
Boys from dear old Newfoundland.

So our six months are drawing nigh
And then we will go home,
Unto our wives and sweethearts,
No more from them we'll roam;
Composed by James and Pat Carew,
May the heavens on them smile,
For they are two amongst the few
That came from old Cape Broyle.

####.... James and Pat Carew from Cape Broyle, NL ....####
Sung by Madonna Walsh of Cape Broyle, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).

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