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We went to Burnt Islands, we brought our ship to,
We put out a boat and went after our crew;
Some were on the island, some were on the main,
If you asked me their names, I would mention their names.
We boldly weigh anchor and off we do spin,
The wind from the south'ard, for channel we ran;
When we got to the bottom, the light was going out,
The crowd on the quarter did holler and shout.
Saying, haul down your dishrags and stop up your mouth,
Weeping, fol deedle-aro, deedle-aro-i-dee.
We went to Port aux Basques, we brought our ship to,
Down come those gay fellows, the rest of our crew,
Come a-rushing on board with a laugh and a grin,
We give them their dinner they went back again.
On the seventh of March, the weather being fine,
We called at Cape Ray, did not stay any time;
We boldly weigh anchor and off we do stand,
At seven that evening we tied buoys again.
My son, fol deedle-aro, deedle-aro-i-dee.
Our captain came up with a laugh and a grin,
Saying, haul down that fores'l and trace up your jib.
I sung, fol deedle-aro, deedle-aro-i-dee.
Saying, haul down that fores'l and trace up the jib.
I sung, fol deedle-aro, deedle-aro-i-dee.
At twelve in the night, our watch he was called,
To haul down that fores'l, he'd split in two halves.
I sung, fol deedle-aro, deedle-aro-i-dee.
Sung by Stanley Insha of Cape Ray, NL, and published in MacEdward Leach And The Songs Of Atlantic Canada © 2004 Memorial University of Newfoundland Folklore and Language Archive (MUNFLA).
