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THE OCEAN RANGER (Mary Garbey) On the fifteenth day of February Nineteen-Eighty-Two The Ocean Ranger was capsized And lost all of its crew 84 precious lives were lost On that sad and fateful day Some were Newfoundlanders And some were C.F.A. The crew in desperation tried To launch their covered boats When they saw the rig, the Ranger Would no longer stay afloat But the seas were far too treacherous And the waves were far too high And each man knew that hope was gone It was his time to die And what an awful night it was Out on those roaring seas The Russian trawler went down too Just sixteen miles east And thirty Russian lives were lost And they were just as dear As those we lost from Newfoundland And memories we rever Like their sons who follow after And their fathers gone before Our men must earn their living On that wild and treacherous shore And whether they're hunting fish Or seals, whales, or crude oil They must endure and persevere In hardship and in toil And now the wakes are over And the masses have been said And the widows and the orphans Now are left to mourn their dead We pray to God the father And the son, and holy ghost To protect all those who venture forth Off Newfoundland's fateful coast @Canada @ship @wreck @death filename[ OCEANRNG AJS apr97 |
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