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2 It was on one Sunday morning just at the hour of ten,
When the tug Nickle Roberts towed the schooner Bigler into Lake
Michigan, Oh, there we made our canvas, in the middle of the fleet, Oh, the wind hauled to the southward, boys, and we had to give her sheet.
(Chorus.)
3 The wind come down from the south-southeast, it blowed both stiff and
strong! You had orter seen that little schooner Bigler as she plowed Lake Michigan. Oh, far beyond her foaming bows the fiery waves to fling With every stitch of canvas and her course was wing and wing. (Chorus.)
4 We made Skilagalee and Wabbleshanks, the entrance to the straits, And might have passed the whole fleet there if they'd hove to and wait; But we drove them all before us the nicest you ever saw
Clear out into Lake Huron through the Straits of Mackinac.
5 First Forty-Mile Point and Presque Isle Light, and then we boomed away, The wind being fresh and fair, for the Isle of Thunder Bay.
The wind it shifted to a close haul, all on her sta'b'rd tack, With a good lookout ahead we made for Point aux Barques.
6 We made the light and kept in sight of Michigan's east shore, A-booming for the river as we'd often done before.
And when abreast Port Huron Light, our small anchor we let go; The tug Kate Mofet came aloi*g and took the Bigler in tow.
7 The Mofet took six schooners in tow, and all of us fore-and-aft, She took us down to Lake St. Clair and stuck us on the Flats, She parted the Hunter*s towline in trying to give relief,
And stem to stern went the Bigler smash in the Mapleleaf.
8 Then she towed us through and left us outside the river light, Lake Erie for us to wander and the blustering winds to fight. The wind was from the sou'west, and we paddled our own canoe; Her jib boom pointed the Dummy, she's hell-bent for Buffalo. |
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