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We left the port of Sydney on a calm and cheerful day,
With sixteen souls upon her deck as she headed out the bay.
We had a load of coal on board bound for Argentia fair,
The extra men on board of her bound for homes and loved ones dear.
We had not long been sailing when a thunder-storm arose,
The lightning flashed about her deck as if fighting with the foes.
The skipper he came up on deck and the other men likewise,
And with his wise old mind, he said: "A storm is brewing, boys.
"I think we better go below and put our oilskins on,
And then tie up our mainsail before the storm comes on."
'Twas down below those men did go without a thought of fear,
The danger that awaited them upon the ocean there.
When suddenly a mighty crash that filled the heavy air,
And sank the ship with mighty force and threw her in despair.
The seas closed in upon her and she sank beneath the waves,
The men below her deck were trapped and no time their lives to save.
The extra men on board of her as passengers did go,
And they to save their money for their families that we know.
They left their homes in early March and to Lunenburg did go,
To drag their living from the Banks or from the watery foe.
The fishery being a poor one as many can relate,
And they to save their money meet this terrible fate.
And now to those who mourn for them they never more shall see,
God grant them rest and comfort and the tenderest sympathy.
On earth we'll part and separate, in heaven we'll meet again,
Where there will be no sorrow and no thought of coming pain.
The ocean then her dead shall heal and we shall all unite,
And dwell within the city in that land of pure delight.