| lyric | On St. Patrick's Day the seventeenth
from New York we set sail.
Kind fortune did favour us with a sweet
and a pleasant gale.
We bore away from Amerikay
the breeze being off the land.
And with courage brave we ploughed the wave
bound down for Newfoundland.
Our captain's name was Nelson, just twenty years of age.
As true as brave a sailor man as ever ploughed the wave.
The even' in our brig was called,
The longing to remain
And with courage brave we ploughed the wave
I Bound down for Newfoundland.
Just three days out to our surprise, our captain he fell sick
In short he was not able to take his turn on deck.
The fever raged which made us think that death was near at hand
So we sailed away from Arasat
Bound down for Newfoundland.
All that night long we did lament, for our departed friend.
And we were praying unto God for what had been his end.
We prayed that God might guard us and keep us by his hand
And send us fair wind while at sea.
Bound down for Newfoundland. |