Stan Rogers (1949 – 1983)
Canadian folk musician and songwriter.
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Oh, the year was seventeen seventy-eight (how I wish I was in Sherbrooke now!)
Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage
To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea
Tracing one warm line through a land so wide and savage
And make a northwest passage to the sea.
Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones
And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.
To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men
To find there but the road back home again.
No matter what you've lost
Be it a home, a love, a friend
Like the Mary Ellen Carter, rise again.
Rise again
Rise again
That her name not be lost to the knowledge of men.
God damn them all!
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
we'd fire no guns -- shed no tears!
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier
The last of Barrett's Privateers.
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