The Truxton Song (Gregory Edwards)

See also: The Loss Of The Truxton And Pollux (Simani)

And also: The Ballad Of The Truxton And Pollux (Traditional)

Ye people of the United States,
come listen to my song,
Of what is true I will tell you,
it won't delay me long,
Concerning of your destroyer,
that came to grief one day,
About three miles West of St Lawrence point,
in West Placentia Bay.

They shift their course for Newfoundland,
Argentia was their view,
But little did they ever think,
their course was not so true;
At five o'clock in the morning,
poor fellows came to grief,
While in a blinding snowstorm,
their ship they struck a reef.

And when the daylight cleared away
'twas little that they could do,
Those steel bound cliffs of Chambers Cove,
stood right before their view;
The water rolling over her decks,
their ship could not endure,
Then one man from the Truxton,
with a rope he swam ashore.

And with his icy frozen hands,
he tied to a rock,
And after serious climbing,
he landed on the top;
He stood and gazed a little while,
some fishing shacks did see,
He followed down a tiny footpath,
which led him to victory.

He followed down along that path,
some help he hoped to find,
And very shortly after that,
he sighted Seabirds Mines;
He told to them a story,
and they were willing to hear it through,
Would you lend a hand to this poor man
to try and save the crew?

The news soon reached St Lawrence town,
and quickly they did bring,
Some strong hemp rope and dories
for to try and save the men;
We done our best in every way
to save them from the sea,
But one hundred ten of the Truxton men
lost their lives that day.

But forty-two of that ship's crew
we nobly took on shore,
We hauled them up that rugged cliff
one-hundred feet or more;
We took them into Seabirds Mines
and gave to them a rest,
The women from St Lawrence town
for them they did their best.

The women from St Lawrence town,
who worked on those poor souls,
Their medals should be nothing less
than the brightest glittering gold;
They rolled the water from the men
and washed the oil away,
And sent them home to their loved ones
down in America.

The parish priest from our town,
I'm sure you did your part,
And when the bad news reached his ears,
he was ready then to start;
He had with him holy oil,
and a stole took before he left,
And he gave them absolution,
arriving at the cliff.

Ye people from St Lawrence town,
I'm sure you done your part,
But not forgetting our own few boys,
who assisted from the start;
We some forty men from Lawn,
and men from Corbin,
And also men from Burin town,
who helped in the rescue.

Now, if you want to know the man,
or who composed this song,
His name is Gregory Edwards,
and his native home is Lawn;
He did his best in every way to try
and to save lives,
His wife, she left her children,
and worked on those men all night.

Now to conclude and finish,
there's one thing more I'll say,
My deepest sympathy I'll extend
to those loved ones far away;
Up to the time he wrote this song,
there were forty bodies got,
And gently laid beneath the clay,
it was called the strangers' plot.

I like to say a word or two
concerning of the dead,
And the broken-hearted mothers,
who are lying in their beds;
Those widows may mourn for their husbands,
and the mothers for their darling sons,
But God He will reward us all
for the noble work we done.

####.... Gregory Edwards of Lawn, NL ....####

See more NL shipwreck songs.

From Wikipedia:
February 18, 1942 (Wednesday)
"American destroyer USS Truxton and general stores issue ship Pollux ran aground at Lawn Point, Newfoundland during a storm, resulting in 110 and 93 deaths, respectively."


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