The fishing
it was failing
And trapmen
were scarce to see,
For in
the woods they had gone
To work
with the "Company".
Twas early
in the spring
The drift-ice
still around.
Aboard
the "Exploits Ferry"
To Badger
we were bound.
My brother
Claude was with me
And the
law he did lay down,
For he
had made the trip before
In Badger
and in Millertown.
We were
just outside the Harbour
Not too
far away from land,
When
upon-top the wheel house
Captain
Frank he did stand.
For water
he was looking
Among
the ice so tight;
To Little
Burnt Bay he had to get
And back
home again that night.
We got
as far as Pond Island
We thought
we wouldn't make,
Then
high upon the shaggy rocks
We looked
for another lake.
Frank
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.
We made
our way out to the water
So painstaking
and so slow,
Although
it was now early spring
The weather
it still was cold.
Once into
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.
From there
we had to walk
Through
the fresh snow so deep,
Into
the cove, to find someone
With
a truck or a jeep.
For Lewisporte
we wanted to make
A bed
for to lie down;
As the
train so early next morning
For Notre
Dame Junction was bound.
Three
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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