Lyrics

This is the saddest tale, my friend,
That you will ever know,
About the crew of the Newfoundland,
All left to die in the snow;
The morning was fine and sunny
When they left the Newfoundland,
A-leading them was Mister Tuff,
The vessel’s second hand.

And the sealers cried in anger,
And they cried in pain:
Oh, God! Will we ever be home again?
Oh, God! Will we ever see home again?

Their course was for their sister ship
As on they went together,
How glad they were to be on board
A haven from the weather;
The captain of the Stephano
He put them on the pan,
And ordered them to kill more seals
For their ship, the Newfoundland.

And the sealers cried in anger,
And they cried in pain:
Oh, God! Will we ever be home again?
Oh, God! Will we ever see home again?

But it snowed and it snowed,
And the men were lost out on the heaving floe,
They couldn’t find their mother ship,
And the storm did take its toll;
Two days and nights they warned they’re lost
In the frost, in the wind, and the slower
They froze as they walked, they froze as they talked,
And they died in the Arctic floe.

And the sealers cried in anger,
And they cried in pain:
Oh, God! Will we ever be home again?
Oh, God! Will we ever see home again?

Seventy-eight brave hunters died on the ice.
They died on the ice.
There was death on the ice.
There was death on the ice.

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