Seven Islands Bay
The skipper sailed out of the harbor mouth
Leaving the apple-bloom of the South
For the ice of the Eastern seas
In his fishing schooner Breeze
Handsome and brave and young was he ... was he
And the maids of Newbury sighed to see
His lessening white sail fall ... sail fall
Under the sea's blue wall
Through the Northern Gulf and the misty screen
Of the isles of Mingan and Madeleine
St. Paul's and Blanc Sablon
The little Breeze sailed on
Backward and forward, along the shore
Of lorn and desolate Labrador
And found at last her way
To the Seven Islands Bay
Hey hey!
The little hamlet, nestling below
Great hills white with lingering snow
With its tin-roofed chapel stood
Half hid in the dwarf spruce wood
Green-turfed, flower-sown, the last outpost ... outpost
Of summer upon the dreary coast
With its gardens small and spare ... and spare
Sad in the frosty air
Through the Northern Gulf and the misty screen
Of the isles of Mingan and Madeleine
St. Paul's and Blanc Sablon
The little Breeze sailed on
Backward and forward, along the shore
Of lorn and desolate Labrador
And found at last her way
To the Seven Islands Bay
Hey hey!
Ohoh ohoh
To the Seven Islands Bay
Ohoh ohoh
Come, when the night is late
Ohoh ohoh
The heretic's sail is here
Ohoh ohoh
Go, see, if the dead will wake
Hahaha!
(Wind)
Through the Northern Gulf and the misty screen
Of the isles of Mingan and Madeleine
St. Paul's and Blanc Sablon
The little Breeze sailed on
We sail backward and forward, along the shore
Of lorn and desolate Labrador
And found at last her way
To the Seven Islands Bay
To the Seven Islands Bay
(Wind)