Cliffs of Baccalieu
Stan Rogers
https://youtu.be/zd2zX9RZeXg
[Verse 1]
We were bound home in October,
from the shores of Labrador.
Trying to head a strong Nor easter and
snow too.
But, the wind swept down up on us,
and the day was dark as night,
just before we made
the land at Baccalieu.
[Verse 2]
Now we tried to clear the island,
as we brought her further south.
But, the wind from up
the Nor east stronger blew.
Till our lookout soon he shouted,
and there lay dead ahead,
though a snow squall,
loomed the rocks at Baccalieu.
[Verse 3]
But, it was hard down by the tiller,
as we struggled with the sheets,
tryin our best to haul em in a foot or two.
Till our decks so sharply tilted,
We could barely keep our feet,
As we struggled,
On the rocks at Baccalieu.
[Verse 4]
Now the combers beat her under, and
I thought she d never rise, and
Her main boom, it was bending nigh in two.
With her lee rails two foot under,
Three hands upon the wheel,
Sure we hauled her,
from the rocks at Baccalieu.
[Break]
(One verse instrumental with fiddle)
[Verse 5]
To leeward was the island,
To windward was the shore, and
That blinding sleet could,
cut you through and through.
But, our hearts were beating gladly,
for no longer could we gaze,
down to leeward,
at the rocks of Baccalieu.
Down to leeward,
at the rocks of Baccalieu.