The legend comes round from the Chippewa on down
Of the destroyer they once called the Huron
How she guarded the shore of Nova Scotia and more
with a crew of the Brave and the Pure on

Oh the Huron was the pride of the Canadian side
Her crest was tobacco a-bloomin'
She'd run 'cross the blue since '72
'Til the Great Northern Navy come boomin'

What chance, can you tell, in that maelstrom of hell
with no shot and no fuel and no crew on?
The good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
That luckless destroyer, the Hruon

Like a Canada Goose with her head in a noose
In the gunmen's cross-hairs she was floatin'
One hundred clicks west of Vancouver she rests
in waters too deep now for boatin'