Words & Music: Stan Rogers
Song: Bluenose
Intro:
Once again with the tide, she slips her lines,
Turns her head and comes awake,
Where she lay so still there at Privateers Wharf,
Now she quickly gathers way,
She will range far south of the harbour mouth, and
Rejoice with every wave,
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun.
Feel her bow rise free of Mother sea,
In a sunburst cloud of spray,
That stings the cheek, while the rigging will speak
Of sea miles gone away,
She is always best under full press,
Hard over as she'll lay.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun.
The proud past queen of the Grand Banks fleet,
Portrayed on every dime,
Knew hard work in her time,
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Hard work in every line.
The rich man's toys of the Gloucester boys,
With their token bit of cod,
They snapped their spars and strained to pass her by,
But she left them all behind,
Now her namesake daughter remains,
To show what she has been.
What every school boy remembers, and
Will not come again,
To think she's the last of the Grand Bank schooners,
That fed so many men.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun.
Break: Fiddle
So does she not take wing like a living thing,
Child of the moving tide,
See her pass with grace on the water's face,
With clean and quiet pride,
Our own tall ship of great renown,
Still lifts unto the sky.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun.
Know the Bluenose in the sun
Know the Bluenose in the sun