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Come all ye fellow countrymen and listen to my tale
About a well-known trawler her name the Ravenal;
'Twas late in January, the weather being fair,
She left her own dear native port, the Island of St. Pierre.
Bound down on the Grand Banks and this their every prayer,
To return again in ten days time to their wives and sweethearts dear;
She left the Grand Banks early, she soon got under way,
All hands being in a jolly mood, they were going home that day.
She being a steel and sturdy boat, her crew they had no fear;
The threatenings of a violent storm was showing in the air.
The news was soon related and we were shocked to learn,
[That] the boat due in at two o'clock, she had failed to return.
Then very soon a search was formed to search the ocean 'round,
But no sign of the Ravenal or wreckage could be found;
They searched for sight both day and night but nothing could be seen,
From Fortune into Lories, from that to Lamaline.
Some wreckage now was sighted and the search resumed once more,
Some of the Ravenal's wreckage was found on Lorie's shore.
She may have struck a sunker, but such things we'll never know;
We only know her eighteen men died in the waters cold.
Never again will their footsteps tread upon their homes so dear;
Never again will you see their faces upon the Island of St. Pierre.
But those that's left to mourn for them, I hope will understand
That God is on the ocean as well as on the land.
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