Makin For the Harbour by Buddy Wasisname And The Other Fellers Lyrics

Her ke- e -el, slips gently onward and over
The curve of her bow, oh, the swells now she’ll look after
Fashioned by hands, that have made more like her
Oh you noble boat, rolling, making for the harbour!
She’s made from wood, but she’s no ordinary boat sir
Cut in the fall, seasoned til mid winter is over
See her high round bow, and she’s all tuck-ed under
And from stem to stern, she’s our Newfoundland’s wonder
I hear her one lunger pumping, and I look to see her
Disappear, under the crest of a swell between us!
And she rises like a warrior, driving the lops asunder
A legacy to men, who-o-o la-a-y down under
Where only men, whose days be numbered
We owe our lives, to the gifts from the water!
And for boats that go, come back some never
But for all the boats that go, they are Newfoundland’s wonder
For all the boats that go, they are Newfoundland’s wonder!