it was failing
And trapmen were scarce to see,
For in the woods they had gone
To work with the "Company".
in the spring
The drift-ice still around.
Aboard the "Exploits Ferry"
To Badger we were bound.
Claude was with me
And the law he did lay down,
For he had made the trip before
In Badger and in Millertown.
just outside the Harbour
Not too far away from land,
When upon-top the wheel house
Captain Frank he did stand.
he was looking
Among the ice so tight;
To Little Burnt Bay he had to get
And back home again that night.
as far as Pond Island
We thought we wouldn't make,
Then high upon the shaggy rocks
We looked for another lake.
was first to see the water
Not too far off his course;
He said, 'thats our only chance"
'Cus heavy ice we can't force.
our way out to the water
So painstaking and so slow,
Although it was now early spring
The weather it still was cold.
the lake of open water
A much faster speed we did;
But Skipper said, I have to land you
On the white rocks of Southern Head.
we had to walk
Through the fresh snow so deep,
Into the cove, to find someone
With a truck or a jeep.
we wanted to make
A bed for to lie down;
As the train so early next morning
For Notre Dame Junction was bound.
A.M. so early came
In the station Claude was paceing,
Before my eyes of sleep I cleared
On the main line we were raceing.
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