Cliffs of Baccalieu 4/4 Stan Rogers
We were / bound home in Oct - / ober,
From the / shores of Labra - / dor,
Trying to / head a strong Nor?- / easter and
snow / too,
But the / wind swept down up- / on us, and
The / day was dark as / night,
Just be - / fore we made,
The / land at Bacca - / lieu,
Now we / tried to clear the / island,
As we / brought her further / south,
But the / wind from up,
The / Nor?east stronger / blew,
Till our lookout soon he / shouted, and
There lay dead a - / head,
Though a / snow squall,
Loomed the / Rocks at Bacca - / lieu
But it was / hard down by the / tiller,
As we / struggled with the / sheets,
Tryin? our / best ?to haul ?em / in a foot or / two,
Till our / decks so sharply / tilted,
We could / barely keep our / feet,
As we / struggled,
On the / Rocks at Bacca - / lieu.
Now the / combers beat her / under, and
I / thought she?d never / 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 Bacca - / lieu.
Break: One verse Instrumental with
Fiddle
To / leeward was the / island,
To / leeward 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 Bacca - / lieu,
Down to / leeward,
At the / Rocks of Bacca - / lieu,