A classic from 1874 Newfoundland is Ghostly Fishermen by Harry L. Marcy (1874) aka Ghostly Sailors, Ghostly Crew, Ghost Ship
Many versions in Nova Scotia and NWFLD.

It' not too spooky as the ghosts prove to be helping hands.

You may all smile if you want to, or perhaps you'll lend an ear
To a tale that I will tell you, that goes back nigh forty year
I have sailed across the water, from Western Banks to Grand
on many different vessels that went from Newfoundland

And I've seen storms, I tell you, where things looked rather blue
But I was always lucky, and managed to get through
I cannot brag, however, I'm not saying much, but then
I'm not as easily frightened, as most of other men

The stormy night I speak of, we were off shores quite a ways
I never will forget it, in all my mortal days
When on my dark late-night watch, I felt a chilling dread
Steal over me as if I heard, a calling from the dead

Well, o’er the rail they clambered, all silent one by one
A dozen dripping sailors! (Now, wait till I am done)
Their faces pale and sea-wet, shone ghostly in the night
Each fellow took his station, as if he had the right

And homeward steered the vessel, until land come in sight
Or rather I should say, we saw a lighthouse tower light
And then those ghostly sailors, moved to the rail again
And vanished in the dawn’s grey mist, before the sun’s on them

We sailed into the harbour, and every mother’s son
Will tell you the same story, the same as I have done
These were the very fellows, I hope God rest their souls,
That crewed a ship that sank that year while fishing on the Shoals

And now you've heard my story: it was just as I say
So I believe in spirits until this very day