PETTY HARBOUR BAIT SKIFF

“Petty Harbour Bait Skiff”
Jason Whelan
From the album Blur, 2003
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Person list

Words:

  • John Grace

Tune:

  • Traditional

Date:

  • event occurred on June 8, 1852

Locations associated with this song:

Background Info:

Centuries old, the tradition of writing songs about sad events like sea disasters is still current in Newfoundland. John Grace wrote this song, one of Newfoundland's most haunting sea stories, about the events of June 1852. The tragedy was reported in the St. John's newspapers and Grace probably published his new song in one of them not long after the event. Nowadays it is one of the most popular songs in the province. Commemorative songs are known for the kind of florid language we see here.
Dr. Philip Hiscock, Sing Around this One...Songs of Newfoundland & Labrador –Volume 2
© Vinland Music. Reproduced with permission

Lyrics:

Good people all Both great and small
I hope you will attend
And listen to these verses few
That I have lately penned.
And I'll relate the hardships great
that fishermen must stand;
While fighting for a livelihood
on the coast of Newfoundland.

It happened to be in the summer time,
In the lovely month of June,
When fields were green, fair to be seen,
And valleys were in bloom.
When silent fountains do run clear,
Caressed by Heaven's rain,
And the dewy showers that fall at night
To fertilize the plain.

We bid adieu unto our friends,
And those we hold most dear,
Being bound from Petty Harbour,
In the springtime of the year.
The little birds, as we sailed on,
Sung o'er the hills and dales,
Whilst Flora from her sportive groves,
Sent forth her pleasant gales.

On Saturday we sailed away,
Being in the evening late,
Bound into Conception Bay
All for a load of bait.
The sea-gulls flying in the air,
And pitching on the shore;
But little we thought 'twould be our lot
To see our friends no more.

The weather being fine we lost no time
Until we were homeward bound;
The whales were sporting in the deep,
And the sword-fish swimming 'round;
And Luna bright, shone for that night
To illuminate the "say",
And the stars shone bright, to guide us right
Upon our rude pathway.

We shook our reefs and trimmed our sails,
Across the bay did stand;
The sun did rise, all circleized,
Like streamers o'er the land.
The clouds lay in the atmosphere,
For our destruction met.
Boreas blew a heavy squall,
Our boat was overset.

When we came to the "Nor'ad" head,
A rainbow did appear,
There was every indication
That a storm was drawing near.
Old Neptune riding on the waves,
To windward of us lay,
You'd think the ocean was on fire
In Petty Harbour Bay.

John French was our commander,
Mick Sullivan second-hand,
And all the rest were brave young men
Reared up in Newfoundland.
Six brave youths, to tell the truth,
Were buried in the sea,
But the Lord preserved young Menshon's life
For to live a longer day.

Your heart would ache, all for their sake,
If you were standing by,
To see them drowning, one by one,
And no relief being nigh;
Struggling with the boisterous waves,
All in their youth and bloom,
But at last they sank, to rise no more,
All on the eighth of June.


Jacob Chafe, that hero brave,
And champion on that day,
They boldly launched their boat with speed,
And quickly put to sea.
They saved young Menshon from the wreck
By their united skill;
Their efforts would be all in vain
But for kind Heaven's will.

Out of that fine young crew, you know,
There was one escaped being drowned.
He was brought to Petty Harbour
Where good comforts there he found.
He is now on shore, and safe once more,
With no cause to complain.
He fought old Neptune up and down
Whilst on the stormy main.

When the sad news arrived next day
In dear old St. John's town,
There was crying and lamenting
On the streets both up and down.
Their mothers were lamenting,
Crying for those they bore.
On the boisterous waves they found their graves
Where they ne'er shall see more.

Now to conclude and finish
These few lines I write in pain:
Never depend out of your strength
Whilst sailing on the main.
But put your trust in Providence,
Observe the Lord's command,
And He'll guard you right, both day and night,
Upon the sea and land.
from Old-Time Songs and Poetry of Newfoundland, 2nd ed.

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