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.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?

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 daughter 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.
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?

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?
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?
Who will know the Bluenose in the sun?