Stan Rogers - Bluenose
CREDIT GOES TO: Gary Hine
Once again with the tide she slips her lines
Turns her head and comes awake
Where she lay so still there at Privateer's Wharf
Now she quickly gathers way
She will range far south
From the harbor 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 fast queen of the Grand Banks fleet
Portrayed on every dime
Knew hard work in her time
Hard work in every line
The rich men's toys are the Gloucester boys
With their token bit 'o cod
They snap their spars and strain to pass her by
But she left them all behind
Now only her namesake daughter remains
To show what she has been
What every schoolboy remembers
And will not come again
To think she's the last of the Grand Banks schooners
That fed so many men
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun
(break)
So does she not take wing
Like a living thing
Child of the moving tide
See her fast swift grace
On the water's face
With gleamin' 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
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun
know the Bluenose in the sun
know the Bluenose in the sun