Traditional Songs of Newfoundland
The Block House flag is up today
To welcome home the Stranger
And Stewart's House is looking out
For Barbour in the Ranger.
But Job's are wishing Blandford first
Who never missed the patches,
He struck them on the twenty-third
And filled her to the hatches.
And Bowring too will bet a few
On Jackman in the "Howler"
The little kite she bore in sight
With Billy Knee the Jowler.
The first of the Fleet is off Torbay
And with their colours flying
The girls are busy starching shirts
And pans of beefsteaks frying.
We left you see with Billy Knee
Bound home with colours flying
And were forced to stay at Trinity Bay
Two weeks or more there lying.
Though short of grog still lots of prog
To bring us home quite hearty
Each Trinity Dove fell wild in love,
With Walsh and Luke McCarthy.
Oh, in the spring the flippers bring
To lawyers, clerks or beagle;
We fought grave Neptune up and down
And carried home the Eagle.
Though some may sing of lords and kings,
Brave heroes in each battle,
Our boys for fat, would gaff and bat,
And make the whitecoats rattle.
They kill their foe at every blow
(Was Waterloo more grander?)
To face, who could, an old dog hood
Like a plucky Newfoundlander?
We danced on shore in Bremner's store
The darling girls were dancers
Jemina Snooks our boys would hook
At every set of lancers.
I felt afraid of the fuss they made
Of each confounded villian
I thought yhe floor would leave the store
At the Trinity Bay Cotillion!
Don't talk to me of balls or sprees,
You never saw such a party
That time on shore at Bremner's store
Made all feel good and hearty.
For at a dance no girls can prance
Nor dress in style more grander
For an Irish reel that takes the heel
To please a Newfoundlander.
So here's to Susie Bess,
And girls from all outharbours
For a kiss set in on a sealer's chin
Which never saw the barber.
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