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As I rowed ashore from my schooner close by
A girl on the beach I chanced to espy
Her hair was red and her bonnet was blue
Her place of abode was Harbour Le Cou
Boldly I asked her to walk on the sand
She smiled like an angel and held out her hand
I tucked in my Gernsy and hove way me chew
In the dark flowing waters of Harbour Le Cou
As we stroled along at the close of the day
I thought of my wife who was home in Thor Bay
I knew she'd kill me if only she knew
I was courtin' a lassie from Harbour Le Cou
And by a log cabin that stood on the shore
I met an old comrad I sailed with before
He said my God Jim how are you?
It's seldom I see you in Harbour Le Cou
And as we were parting this story he told
He fooled up my party with one single blow
Said regards to your wife and wee kiddies too
I remember them well they're from Harbour Le Cou
Well the pretty young damsel who was standing close by
Her jaw did drop and her mouth opened wide
Then like a she cat upon me she flew
Was a fit of the furries in Harbour Le Cou
So to all you sailors who walk on the shore
Beware of old comrads you sailed with before
Beware of the maidens with bonnets of blue
And the fighting young damsels of Harbour Le Cou