Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost of Ontario, artist - The Elders. Album song Gael Day, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 16.03.2009
Record label: Pub Tone
Song language: English
Ghost of Ontario |
A hundred whales a year at the peak of his career |
And in between ten thousand fish |
Each week she would appear at the Straight Street pier |
Where every able sailor got his wish |
There was plenty half again — Captain Cathcart loved his gin |
He gave a daily ration to the crew |
He danced a blinding jig each time they hit it big |
When the lookout would sound thar she blew |
And the skipper would give chase as they heaved to the race |
In the eye of the beast every man saw his face |
Well the Ghost of Ontario sailed into the night |
All the way from Nantucket to Saint John |
How he ever found the way into Saint George’s Bay |
Harpoon and a live one hangin' on |
And she dragged 'em all the way to Cape Breton |
In town there was a rumor of a whale that dragged a schooner |
Halfway back to Ireland in a tick |
It was Halloween night but Captain wouldn’t bite |
He could tell she were no Moby d___ |
When they gaffed her in the side they were in for a ride |
Straight off the Bay of Rocks with no place to hide |
Well the Ghost of Ontario sailed into the night |
All the way from Nantucket to Saint John |
How he ever found the way into Saint George’s Bay |
Harpoon and a live one hangin' on |
And she dragged 'em all the way to Cape Breton |
I was clingin' to the wreckage, just a few of us were left |
The lucky ones among us were better off dead |
I swear I heard her creakin' in the wind from the west |
But we never saw it comin' up ahead |
They say he roams the seas just lookin' for a fight |
His ship was lost a thousand miles from land |
He haunts Coffin House for liquor every night |
with a telescope and a pistol in hand |
No tide that came his way could ever drown that man’s thirst |
No hurricanes or icebergs could lift that mighty curse |
Well the Ghost of Ontario sailed into the night |
All the way from Nantucket to Saint John |
How he ever found the way into Saint George’s Bay |
Harpoon and a live one hangin' on |
And she dragged 'em all the way to Cape Breton |