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A fisherman from Placentia Bay
From an island home he came
To centralize in Arnold's Cove
His life to rearrange
On the fifth day of september
He towed his dwelling down
But who should know before the snow
That in the bay he drowned
Before he got established
In his dwelling in the cove
He was told there would be work for him
In Come By Chance so close
Although he kept on trying
For work down at the site
He knew he'd have to go back home
To fish up in the bight
The wind was from the east'ard
It blew a living gale
As Bill and brother Richard
With a load of fish set sail
Farewell my darlin' Billy
Friends and loved ones you depart
No more we'll stand there watching
When you return at dark
The friends of Bill and Richard
They all are silent still
No more they'll see that fishing boat
Returning with it's fill
Stand up Placentia Bay men
Stand up and fight thier game
For you people from the island homes
Will make yourselves a name
For you people from the island homes
Will make yourselves a name