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Ye noble-hearted Christians I hope that you'll attend
And listen unto those few lines that I have lately penned;
It's concerning the General Rawlinson belongs to Newfoundland,
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And she is a noble vessel as many men can tell,
With every kind of fitting she's fitted out quite well;
On the twenty-sixth of October from Marystown did steer,
Bound to a port called New Harbour caused us to be aware.
Our crew was young and healthy as you may plainly see,
Willing to do their duty whatever it would be;
To trace her jibs or reef her sails no matter how 'twould be,
Her crew was well contented when on the stormy sea.
We were seventeen days sailing when our skipper to us did say,
'Have a sharp look out tonight, my boys, the land is not far away;'
He told us the distance and brought to us good cheer,
Being on the eighteenth morning New Harbour did appear.
O, now we're in New Harbour and tied up in good shape
On the account of it being Sunday we'd have a nap of sleep;
'Twas early Monday morning when we were called on deck
'Twas little we thought before we'd sleep she would become a wreck.
O early Monday morning our orders we received,
'Be quick and take your anchor, boys, and New Harbour we must leave;
To be sold up the river, our cargo for to land;'
The wind sprang up most violently and with it hove a send.
We hove our anchor to the bow, our tow-line we made fast
And owing to the heavy wind the pier she could not pass;
The wind it blew most violently and with it hove a send
The tug she could not take us on, we moored her up again.
'Twas very shortly after, the wind it did die down
And in a few more moments it did chop right around;
It pitched a gale from the west-north-west and blew most violently
Which caused our vessel to go ashore with mourners there for we.
We then bent our big anchor and we threw it o'er the rail
We were intended to hold her on in that tremendous gale;
We held her on for a short while but proved to be in vain
Our hawser it had parted and we were adrift again.
'Twas very shortly after, the vessel struck the rocks
The breaking seas broke over her, she got some heavy knocks;
'Look out, my boys,' our skipper cries, 'we cannot do no more.'
And with the help of a smaller boat got landed safe on shore.
O now we're safely landed and new lodgings to go seek
We were placed in a restaurant where we have spent three weeks;
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When sour wine we had for tea and half enough to eat.
At eight o'clock in the morning it's coffee you'll receive
A half a slice of bread with that our appetite to feed;
A bowl of soup for dinner and that not very nice,
A couple o' picks of meat in that, and two spoonfuls of rice.
You'll get the same for supper as all our crew can tell
And we were not used to rationing, we were not feeling well;
The Molly and Jacob she came in and plenty we received -
You bet we were not sorry when New Harbour we did leave.
O now I'm on my way for home I got no more to tell
But some fine day in summer I'll word it for a friend;
I'll word it off for a friend of mine and if he thinks 'twill do
We'll learn it off and to our mate he'll sing it for the crew.
