There's a noble fleet of whalers, somewhere in Newfielands.
They're sailed by Peter Myers and his crew of Merry Hams.
They sing right in the shower. They sing far out at sea.
They sing way up at Eddie Blacks, and 'round the Christmas tree (Yo!)
Peter is a swell guy, who sailed the Newfie seas.
He steamed across to Port au Basques in a great and merry breeze.
He didn't have his dinner, and he didn't have his tea.
But he had his darling Newfie wife, and to Twillingate went he
Now Jurgen is a bugger, who will sail to Port au Basques.
He'll swim across the Cabot Strait, when his sailboat breaks its mast.
He'll never have his dinner, and he'll never have his tea.
He doesn't even have a wife! So he's gone to find one, see?
When the years have gone and passed us, and we've retired from the sea,
we'll sit around at Port au Basques, and drink our Newfie tea.
We'll have our darling wifiedoos, and eat our dinners too.
Hopefully we'll live that long, sooooooo, Happy New Year, to You!
a note from the poet, Jurgen Braunohler: One more thing: Black's was a photo lab, and I was belting out sea songs in the darkroom to Peter's amusement. I mention this so you will know what all the Blacks and singing business is about.