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Oh our schooner and our sloop in Ferryland they do lie
They are already rigged to be bound for the ice
All ye lads of the southern, we will have you to beware
She is going to the ice in the spring of the year
Laddie whack fol the laddie, laddie whack fol the day
Our course be east-north-east for two days and two nights
Our captain he cried out "boys, look ahead for the ice"
He hove her around, standing in for the land
'Twas in a few more hours we were firm in the jam
Laddie whack fol the laddie, laddie whack fol the day
Our captain he cried out "come on boys, lend a hand"
Our Cookie makes the breakfast and each man takes a dram
With our bats in our hands it was earlie for to go
Every man showed his actions 'thout the missing of a blow
Laddie whack fol the laddie, laddie whack fol the day
Some were killing, some were scalping, some were hauling them on board
Some more they were firing and a-missing of their load
In the dusk of the evening, all hands in from the cold
We counted nine hundred fine scalps in the hold
Laddie whack fol the laddie, laddie whack fol the day
We are now off Cape Spear and in sight of Cape Broyle
We'll dance, sing, carouse me boys in just a little while
We will soon enjoy the charms of our sweethearts and our friends
It will not be long before we're down in the bend
Laddie whack fol the laddie, laddie whack fol the day
Laddie whack fol the laddie, laddie whack fol the day
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