The Ferryland Sealer

Oh our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie
They are already rigged to be bound for the ice
All you lads of the Southern we will have you be aware
She is going to the ice in the spring of the year

Laddie whack fall the laddie, laddie whack fall the day

We had vittles for to last more than two months at the least
And plenty of good rum, boys, stowed away in our chest
We will give her a rally for to praise all our fency
All our seals will be collected by the William and the Nancy

Our course be east-north-east two days and two nights
Out captain he cried out, "Boys, look ahead for the ice!"
And we hove her about standing in for the land
And 'twas in a few hours we were firm in the jam

Oh our captain he cried out, "Come on, boys, and bear a'hand
Our cook he gets the breakfast and each man takes a dram
With their bats in their hands it was earlye to go
Every man showed his action 'thout the missing of a blow

Some were killing some were scalping, some were hauling on board
And some more they were firing and a-missing of their loads
In the dusk of the evening all hands in from the cold
And we counted nine hundred fine scalps in the hold

Oh now we are loaded and our schooner she is sound
And the ice it is open and to Ferryland we're bound
We all gave her a rally for to praise all our fancy
Our seals they were collected by the William and the Nancy

We are now off Cape Spear and in sight of Cape Broyle
We will dance, sing, carouse, my boys, in just a little while
We will soon enjoy the charms of our sweethearts and friends
For it will not be long before we're down to the bend