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THE SOUTHERN CROSS

She got up steam the twelfth of March and shortly did embark
To try her fortune in the gulf in charge of Captain Clark,
Her crew was a hundred and seventy-three, a strong and hardy race,
Some from St. John's and Brigus, some more from Harbour Grace.

She reached the gulf in early March, those whitecoats hove in view,
When seventeen thousand prime young harps killed by her hardy crew,
All panned and safely stowed below and colors waving gay,
When the Southern Cross she left the ice, bore up for home next day.

She passed near Channel homeward bound as news spread out next day,
To say a steamer from the gulf she now is on her way.
"No doubt it is the Southern Cross," the operator said,
"And looks to have a bumper trip well down into the head."

That very night the storm came on with blinding snow and sleet,
The Portia bound for western ports the Southern Cross did meet,
When Captain Connors from the bridge he saw the ship that day,
And thinking she would shelter up in St. Mary's Bay.

St. Mary's Bay she never reached, the news spread out next morn
She might have been all night at sea out in that dreadful storm.
No news came from the Southern Cross for three long days or more
To say she reached a harbour around the western shore.

The steamship Kyle was soon sent out to search the ocean round,
But no sight of that missing ship could anywhere be found.
They searched the bays and every port until they reached Cape Pine,
But of that ship or wreckage our captain saw no sign.

Now the Southern Cross for twenty days she now is overdue,
We hope please God she'll soon arrive and all her hearty crew,
So put your trust in Providence and trust to Him on high
To send the Southern Cross safe home and fill sad hearts with joy.

All things do happen for the best, but if they're called away,
The brave lads on the Southern Cross out in the storm that day,
We trust they reach that heavenly land and rest with Him on high,
Where cares and sorrows are no more but all is peace and joy.

Note from Kenneth Peacock: This famous native sea ballad achieved wide circulation in Newfoundland through the Gerald S. Doyle booklets, where it was reprinted from Ballads and Sea Songs of Newfoundland by Greenleaf and Mansfield. The original singer was Lizzie Rose of Fox Harbour, Labrador.

From Peacock, K. (1965) "Songs of the Newfoundland Outports, Vol. 3."