Cliffs of Baccalieu Jack Withers,  Newfoundland,1934 (as sung by Stan Rogers)
Recording by Stan Rogers. SheetMusic(pdf)

We were bound home in October from the shores of Labrador
Trying to head a strong Nor'Easter and snow too
But the wind swept down upon us and the day was dark as night  
Just before we made the land at Baccalieu. 

Now we tried to clear the island as we brought her further south
But the wind from out the Nor'East stronger blew
Till our lookout soon he shouted, and there lay dead ahead
Through a snow squall loomed the rocks at Baccalieu.

But it was hard down by the tiller as we struggled with the sheets
Trying our best to haul them in a foot or two
Till our deck so sharply tilted, we could barely keep our feet
As we struggled on the rocks at Baccalieu.

Now the combers beat her under, I thought she ne'er would rise
And her main boom it was bending nigh in two
With her lee rails two foot under, three hands upon the wheel
Sure we hauled her from the rocks at Baccalieu.

To leeward was the island, to windward was the shore
And that blinding sleet could cut you through and through
But our hearts were beating gladly, for no longer could we gaze
Down to leeward at the rocks of Baccalieu.

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