Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fishermen
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Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland
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Oh the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder
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Ah she holds the devil by the hand
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Ah she holds the devil by the hand
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"Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose
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The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below
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The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser
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Whispering a warning o'er the lines
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Those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore
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And the glory and the mystery of the deep
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Salt water in our veins and the captain at the reins
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Our wandering souls the freest
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Our wandering souls the freest of the free
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When the mother ship's cannon cracked the signal to return
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The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above
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Poseidon the king and the wind his jester
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Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair
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Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair
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The black water boiled and the dory pitched and toiled
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Can you hear the claxon calling out your name
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Are we anchored to a fate to die upon the waves
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Far from all our family
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Far from all our family and friends
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Tiny fingers pressed against the window pane
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Find your father's star upon the sea
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Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillowcase
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Until the day when he returns again
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With breath of wind and bones of ice
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They cast their cries into the night
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Lost, alone, adrift, alive
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After two days and nights with the oars in the grave
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The two men were given for gone, gone away
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Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell
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Their families learned the story of their fate
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But on the ocean high a rescue had come by
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And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side
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After two months gone the blessed harbour of St. John's
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Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide
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Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide
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For those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore
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And the glory and the mystery of the deep
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But when the heart is strong you'll return where you belong
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They made it back to Newfoundland
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(They made it back to Newfoundland)
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They made it back to Newfoundland again
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Tiny fingers pressed against the window pane
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Find your father's star upon the sea
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Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillow case
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Until the day when he returns again
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Noseworthy and Piercy
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Enter The Haggis |