All ye who love old Newfoundland
and her sons who plough the sea,
'Mid summers' suns and winters' snows
so bold and fearlessly,
Please pay attention for a while
and I will sing to you,
A song about the Greenland
and her hardy sealing crew.
We're just arrived at Harbour Grace
from the southern white-coat patch,
The hold with oily pelts is stowed
chock up to every hatch;
We were the first to strike them,
a fact, deny who can,
And not a ball was chewed for us
by our sister ship the Van.
When the Captain left the bridge today
and on the wharf did stand,
Full many were the friends he met
and shook his greasy hand;
He's a hardy Newfoundlander,
Henry Dawe it is his name,
And he is a bold commander
when on the raging main.
On the morning of the tenth of March
from the offing of Greenspon',
To get her links in motion
it did not take us long;
And Freddy was so anxious
to see that all was right,
He went 'round her like a paper man
till twelve o'clock that night.
Our pumps were in good order,
the condenser it was clean,
The pistons worked like magic
and were well supplied with steam;
We were all in good condition
to face the northern jam,
And to keep the head position
the chief rove every man.
The Captain wore a smile that day
upon his handsome face,
And he says, "Those Dundee Greyhounds,
boys, for us will have to chase;
So loose your topsails, for and aft,
to catch the sou'west wind,
And down off the Grey Islands
the seals we'll surely find."
A family of hoods was first on us to make a call,
And on the evening of the twelfth
we heard a white coat bawl;
Then next morning very early,
full equipped was every man,
With spirits right, soon as 'twas light,
the seals commenced to pan.
The slaughter then was dreadful,
'tis useless to describe,
From east to west for miles around,
the ice was crimson dyed;
Sharp knives and bats did deadly work,
and when the day was done,
Twice seven thousand sculps
were flagged beneath the setting sun.
And, mind me, Captain Harry
never swore upon his crew,
He knew their sterling value
and their duty they would do;
And when the ship was loaded,
and we were homeward bound,
At the calling of the roll each man
turned up both safe and sound.
And as we neared the harbour bar
we steamed her slowly in,
With her colors gaily flying
and as deep as she could swim;
And people gathered on the wharf
from every street and lane,
To welcome back the sealers
from off the stormy main.
And now we're home for Easter,
at the hop we'll swing the girls,
With their neat wire form improvers
and Dolly Varden curls;
Nice folks may perhaps laugh at,
but they don't understand,
That the boys in oily jumpers
are the pride of Newfoundland.
And now three cheers for Captain Dawe
and long may he command,
A gallant ship and hardy crew
from dear old Newfoundland;
And I hope success he'll always get
when in the northern seas,
And may his big jib always draw,
filled with a moderate breeze.
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