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[SPOKEN:] Sel, why don't you do Ignish's song now?
When we were just kids out jiggin' for tom cods,
Seemed like there was nothing left for to do;
If you've mind to gather and set at my table,
Here is the story I'll tell unto you.
Our father he died in a town they call Gander,
We were just kids, much too young to care;
Our mother got killed by thunder and lightning,
Sometime in August the following year.
Oh, those memories don't bring us much joy,
Back in the days when we were both boys;
No turkey for Christmas but we'll putter through,
We'd sit at the table and eat seagull stew.
Our sister was Madeline, scarcely sixteen,
Working for the family in the Copper Cove mine;
She had to come home, look after four children,
Scarce was the money and hard were the times.
Oh, those memories don't bring us much joy,
Back in the days when we were both boys;
No turkey for Christmas but we'd putter through,
We'd sit at the table and eat seagull stew.
We used to get up at four every morning,
The dog and the bunker to the woods we would go;
To get us some dry wood to chop up as kindle,
To light up the fire in our Waterloo stove.
Oh, those memories don't bring us much joy,
Back in the days when we were both boys;
No turkey for Christmas but we'd putter through,
We'd sit at the table and eat seagull stew.
We used to go over to Mister Bill Martin's,
A gallon of kerosene set in the gloom;
He said, "Sure young Matt is too bright for the rabbits,
Haul a great blanket on over the nail."
Oh, those memories don't bring us much joy,
Back in the days when we were both boys;
No turkey for Christmas but we'd putter through,
We'd sit at the table and eat seagull stew.
We'd sit at the table and eat seagull stew.