Bluenose

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 harbour 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
 And who will know the Bluenose in the sun? (x2)
 That 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 of the Gloucester boys
 With their token bit of cod
 They snapped their spars and strained to pass her by
 But she left them all behind
 Now her namesake 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
 And who will know the Bluenose in the sun? (x2)
 So does she not take wing like a living thing
 Child of the moving tide?
 See her pass with grace on the water's face
 With clean and quiet pride
 Our own tall ship of great renown still lifts unto the sky
 Who will know the Bluenose in the sun? (x3)
 Know the Bluenose in the sun? (x2)