THE SCHOONER BLIZZARD
The twenty-eight September, lads, I'll ne'er forget that day,
The wind blew from the southwest as we got her under way.
We headed out the bay, my boys, thinking that all was right,
But little did we think we had no oil to burn that night.

The Schooner Blizzard, lyrics from Mainsail Café    https://mainsailcafe.com/songs/the-schooner-blizzard