Harbour Le Cou
As I rowed ashore from my schooner close by,
A girl on the beach I chanced to espy,
Her hair it was red and her bonnet was blue,
And her place of abode it was Harbour Le Cou.
Well, boldly I asked her to walk on the strand,
She smiled like an angel and held out her hand,
So I buttoned me guernsey and hove 'way me chew,
In the dark rolling water of Harbour Le Cou.
As we walked on the shore at the close of the day,
I thought of my wife who was home in Torbay,
I knew that she'd kill me if she only knew,
I was courting a lassie in Harbour Le Cou.
My ship she lay anchored far out on the tide,
As I walked along with the girl at my side,
I told her I loved her, I said I'd be true,
And I winked at the moon over Harbour Le Cou.
As we passed a log cabin that stood on the shore,
I met an old shipmate I'd sailed with before,
He treated me kindly, saying "Jack, how are you?
It's seldom I see you in Harbour Le Cou."
And as I was parting this maiden in tow,
He broke up my party with one single blow,
Saying, "Regards to your Mrs. and wee kiddies too,
I remember her well, she's from Harbour Le Cou."
Well I looked at this damsel a-standing longside,
Her jaw it had dropped and her mouth opened wide,
And then like a she-cat upon me she flew,
And I fled from the furies of Harbor Le Cou.
So come all ye young sailors who walk on the shore,
Beware of old shipmates ye've sailed with before,
Beware of the maiden in bonnet of blue,
And the pretty young damsels of Harbor Le Cou.
Tune: Same as Sweet Betsy from Pike, I think.
Harbor Le Cou is on the south coast of Newfoundland.JN