Tags: 1950 Sir Echo
In the sea-port of Woods Harbour, on a warm September Day
The sword fishing boat Sir Echo went forth and sailed away,
It contained a crew of five, a family all but one
And they were gay and happy, their journey had just begun.
They reached their destination, upon the ocean blue
And with their fishing tackle, they were a busy crew,
The days passed by, all went well, sword-fish swam in numbers
The crew were tired when night grew on, and retired in peaceful slumber.
When they awoke next morning, dark clouds hung overhead
Their radio reported a hurricane ahead,
As night drew on the storm grew worse, there was darkness all about
And they cried and prayed for help, no-one but God would hear them shout.
The other ships around them headed out for home
But the little ship Sir Echo, was tossed upon the foam,
All night long the angry waves lashed hard against the boat
Then the staunch little craft Sir Echo, capsized and went afloat.
For days they drifted on the sea, no hope for them was found
Till at last a fishing craft saw them floating ‘round,
They towed her to Meteghan where hundreds lined the shore
To witness this tragedy which will be remembered ever-more.
Pumps were used to bail her out and as men laboured on
They found two bodies down below with rubbish all around,
Captain Gorham and his eldest son were all that would be found
The others having met their fate in the ocean drown.
They will forever be remembered by loved ones left behind
And those dear souls who was lost at sea will meet again some time,
So let this be a lesson for those who sail the sea
To heed God’s word and be prepared, for all eternity.