Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
SCHOONER FRED DUNBAR (Amos Hanson) 
You darling girls of Bagaduce who live along the shore 'Tis little do you think or know what sailors do endure Or if you did, you would treat them with more respect than before You never would go with a landloper while sailors are on shore 
Oh those Penobscot cowboys will tell you girls fine tales Of the hardships they endure while they are in the cornfields While they feed their hens and punch their pigs and make their mothers roar While we, like jovial-hearted boys, go to the Bay Chaleur 
You darling girls of Bagaduce perhaps you'd like to know The names of all our sailors before we start to go Their names and dispositions, I'll endeavor to explain Before we set our canvas to plough the raging main 
The first was Hiram Wardwell who runs the Rory O'More The next was Captain Perkins who roams the golden shore They're very much respected by all both fore and aft Two better men cannot be found on an Androscoggin raft 
There was little Herman, Leroy and Bill, and Oliver Quinn and Steel And Amos H. the author, who an entry sheep did steal The next was little Owen, who loves the girls so well The last was young Horatio - we called him the Admiral 
On board of the Schooner Fred Dunbar, well found in fishing gear We crowded on our canvas, for Green's Landing we did steer When we arrived at anchor, the sun was very low 'Twas there we shipped young Stinson and Captain Mood Thurlew 
When we arrived at Port McGrave, we hauled in for our salt We took our little fiddle to have a little waltz There was twelve of us when we started, our songs through the woods did roar When we arrived, I was surprised, I could not count but four 
The first day of September, broad off Cape Mardean We struck a squall from our south-southeast which broke our boom in two So gallantly she weathered it and it was fine to see She walked to the windward with mainsail down, bound out to Margaree 
The last day of September will be remembered well And how poor sailors fared that night, no tongue can ever tell The wind blew high, the seas grew rough, and in torrents fell the rain I never saw such a night before and hope I shan't again 
You darling girls of Bagaduce, the time is drawing nigh When soon you'll see the Stars and Stripes from the Fred's main topmast fly Get ready, gallant lasses, put on your other gowns For soon you'll see the Fred Dunbar come sailing up to town 
O now this voyage is ended and we've arrived on shore With our pockets full of greenbacks we have earned to the Bay Chaleur So merrily we'll dance and sing, as we have done before, And when our money is all gone, we'll plough the bay some more.