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Come all ye hearty seamen, come listen to my song,
It is both short and simple - it will not delay you long;
Concerning of a schooner that sailed from Trinity Bay,
On the eighteenth of November, I think it was the day.
Her name it was the Elsie M. Hart, Captain March was in command.
Steven Pelley from Random Island on her was second hand.
Her crew was composed of four men more, their names I will not say.
She had on board some merchandise for a port down in White Bay.
The day being dull and cloudy and dismal looked the sky,
And coming on towards evening the wind began to rise;
As they were off Bonavista Cape, that place called Happy Sight,
The skipper said he would heave to, and rest up for the night.
The snow came down in torrents, proud Boreas did advance;
When the sleet and snow from the east did blow to the windward you could not glance.
The sea did run mountainously and the vessel she made leeway,
In spite of with her foresail split, she had to run the bay.
They sat their course for Plate Cove as near as they could go,
'Twas under the skirt of her mainsail and part of her jumbo;
As she ran o'er the Western Shores they thought they were no more,
At two o'clock next morning the vessel ran on shore.
Just imagine those poor seamen upon an unknown strand,
It being so dark and stormy they did not know the land.
At daybreak there that morning, to their surprise and joy,
They saw by their surroundings, some livyers they were nigh.
The captain and another man got landed safe on shore,
At that place called Hurra Point [sic] where the angry billows roar;
Up hills and through the forest with difficulty roamed,
And early there that morning they broke out at Plate Cove.
They related their sad story and they received a helping hand.
People rushed onto the shores to assist the other men.
And now they're landed safe on shore, I know they won't complain,
May the Lord assist those seamen that ploughs the raging main.
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