The Block House flag is up today

To welcome home the Stranger

And Stewart's House is looking out

For Barbour in the Ranger.

But Job's are wishing Blandford first

Who never missed the patches,

He struck them on the twenty-third

And filled her to the hatches.

And Bowring too will bet a few

On Jackman in the "Howler"

The little kite she bore in sight

With Billy Knee the Jowler.

The first of the Fleet is off Torbay

And with their colours flying

The girls are busy starching shirts

And pans of beefsteaks frying.

We left you see with Billy Knee

Bound home with colours flying

And were forced to stay at Trinity Bay

Two weeks or more there lying.

Though short of grog still lots of prog

To bring us home quite hearty

Each Trinity Dove fell wild in love,

With Walsh and Luke McCarthy.

Oh, in the spring the flippers bring

To lawyers, clerks or beagle;

We fought grave Neptune up and down

And carried home the Eagle.

Though some may sing of lords and kings,

Brave heroes in each battle,

Our boys for fat, would gaff and bat,

And make the whitecoats rattle.

They kill their foe at every blow

(Was Waterloo more grander?)

To face, who could, an old dog hood

Like a plucky Newfoundlander?

We danced on shore in Bremner's store

The darling girls were dancers

Jemina Snooks our boys would hook

At every set of lancers.

I felt afraid of the fuss they made

Of each confounded villian

I thought yhe floor would leave the store

At the Trinity Bay Cotillion!

Don't talk to me of balls or sprees,

You never saw such a party

That time on shore at Bremner's store

Made all feel good and hearty.

For at a dance no girls can prance

Nor dress in style more grander

For an Irish reel that takes the heel

To please a Newfoundlander.

So here's to Susie Bess,

And girls from all outharbours

For a kiss set in on a sealer's chin

Which never saw the barber.