| 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 be aware
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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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| We had vittles for to last more than two months at the least
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| And plenty of good rum, boys, stowed away in our chest
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| We will give her a rally for to praise all our fency
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| All our seals will be collected by the William and the Nancy
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| Our course be east-north-east two days and two nights
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| Out captain he cried out, «Boys, look ahead for the ice!»
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| And we 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 bear a’hand
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| Our cook he gets the breakfast and each man takes a dram
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| With their bats in their hands it was earlye 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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| And 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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| Oh now we are loaded and our schooner she is sound
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| And the ice it is open and to Ferryland we’re bound
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| We all gave her a rally for to praise all our fancy
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| Our seals they were collected by the William and the Nancy
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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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| For it will not be long before we’re down to the bend |