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Come all you gallant seaman bold that plow the raging main
And landsmen pay attention whilst I relate the same
I am a poor unhappy youth as you may understand
I am a man far from my home on the banks of Newfoundland
On the 15th of November last we sailed from Belfast Quay
And bid farewell to all our friends before we'd cross the sea
On board the 'Jane' 300 came of people great and small
But Neptune separated us, we met a sad downfall
For 18 days we sailed the sea, right well the wind did blow
But early the next morning a squall it came in view
The captain cries make fast, me boys, there is a storm at hand
If not for mercy of the Lord, we'll ne'er reach Newfoundland
Out upon the deck that night we all had to remain
And to relate our awful fate, 'tis shocking to explain
Her masts so tall o'erboard did fall, as you may understand
There were 22 washed overboard on the banks of Newfoundland
We then launched out our long boat upon the ocean wide
Whilst children for their parents so bitterly did cry
Till Providence proved kind to us, the weather then got fine
There came a noble ship in view. She was called the Caroline
We hoist a signal of distress, that they could plainly see
On us they might compassion take and from danger set us free
The captain being an Irishman, as you may understand
He brought us safe from danger on the banks of Newfoundland
Now to conclude and make an end, I have no more to say.
We lost 2 and 20 passengers in a desperate, dismal sea,
Likewise 4 of our sailors bold from the rigging tore away.
May the Lord have mercy on their souls and their families far away.