In cuttin and haulin in frost and in snow
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we're up against troubles that few people know
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It's only by courage and patience and grit
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and eatin plain food that we keep ourselves fit
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The hard and the easy we take as they come
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and when ponds freeze over we shorten our runs
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to hurry my haulin with spring coming on
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I near lost me a mare out on Tickle Cove Pond
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Lay hold William Oldford, lay hold William White
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Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might
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Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can
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And give me a lift with poor Kit on the pond
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I knew that the ice grew weaker each day
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But still took the risk and kept haulin away
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One evening in April bound home with a load
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my mare showed some halting against the ice road
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She knew more than I did as matters turned out
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Been lucky for me had I joined her in doubt
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She turned round her head with tears in her eyes
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As if she were sayin "You're risking our lives"
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All this I ignored with a wip handle blow
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For man is a stupid dumb creature you know
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And the very next moment the pond gave a sigh
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and up to our necks went poor Kitty and I
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Lay hold William Oldford, lay hold William White
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Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might
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Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can
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And give me a lift with poor Kit on the pond
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And if I had taken wise Kitty's advice
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I ne'er would have made that short cut on the ice
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Poor creature she's dead, poor creature she's gone
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I'll ne'er get my mare out of Tickle Cove Pond
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I raised an alarm you could hear for a mile
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and neighbours showed up in a very short while
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You can always rely on the Oldfords and Whites
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To render assistance in all your bad plights
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To help a kind neighbour is part of their lives
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The same can be said for their children and wives
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And with the rope fastened around the mare's breast
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William White for a shanty song made a request
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There was no time for thinkin no time for delay
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Straight from his heart came this song right away
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Lay hold William Oldford, lay hold William White
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Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might
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Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can
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And give me a lift with poor Kit on the pond
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Lay hold William Oldford, lay hold William White
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Lay hold of the cordage and pull all your might
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Lay hold of the bowline and pull all you can
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And with that we took Kit out of Tickle Cove Pond
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Tickle Cove Pond
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| Great Big Sea |
