This one is also from Helen Creighton's "Songs and Ballads from Nova Scotia" (first published 1932 J M Dent & Sons; reprinted 1966 Dover Publications)

THE BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND

On St Patrick's Day the seventeenth
From New York we set sail,
Kind fortune did favour us
With a sweet and pleasant gale.
We bore away from Americay
The wind being off the land
With courage brave we ploughed the wave
Bound down for Newfoundland.

Our captain's name was Nelson
Just twenty years of age,
As true, as brave a sailor lad
As ever ploughed the wave.
The Eveline our brig was called
Belonging to McLean,
With courage brave we ploughed the wave
Bound down for Newfoundland.

When three days out, to our surprise
Our captain he fell sick,
And shortly was not able
To show himself on deck.
The fever raged, which made us fear
That death was near at hand,
We bore away from Halifax
Bound down for Newfoundland.

All that long night we ran our brig
Till nine o'clock next day.
Our captain at the point of death
To our record did say,
"We'll bear away for Cape Canso,
Now, boys come lend a hand
And trim your topsail to the wind
Bound down for Newfoundland.

At three o'clock we sighted a light
Which we were glad to see,
The smallpox it being raging,
(That's what it proved to be),
At fouro'clock in the afternoon
As judge as God's command,
We anchored her safe in Arichat
Bound down for Newfoundland.

And for help and medicine
Ashore then we did go,
Our captain at the point of death
Our sympathy to show.
At five o'clock in the afternoon
As judge as God's command
In Arichat he breathed his last
Bound down for Newfoundland.

All that long night we did lament
For our departed friend,
And we were praying unto God
For what had been his end.
We'll pray the God will guide us
And keep us by his hand
And give us fair wind while at sea
Bound down for Newfoundland.

rich r ^^