Oh, our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie
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They are already rigged to be bound for the ice
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All you lads of the Southern we will have you to beware
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She is going to the ice in the Spring of the year
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Laddie whack fall the laddie, laddie whack fall the day
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Our course be east-north-east for two days and two nights
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Our captain he cried out "Boys, look ahead for the ice!"
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He hove her about standing in for the land,
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And 'twas in a few hours we were firm in the jam.
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Oh our captain he cried out, "Come on boys and lend a hand!"
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Our cook he gets the breakfast and each man takes a dram.
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With their hats in their hands it was earlye for to go,
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Every man showed his action 'thout the missing of a blow
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Some were killing some were scalping, some were hauling on board,
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Some more they were firing and a-missing of their loads.
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In the dusk of the evening all hands in from the cold,
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And we counted nine hundred fine scalps in the hold.
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We are now off Cape Spear and in sight of Cape Broyle
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We will dance, sing, carouse, my boys, in just a little while.
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We will soon enjoy the charms of our sweethearts and friends,
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But it will not be long before we're down to the bend.
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Ferryland Sealer
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Great Big Sea |