We were far from the shores of England    Far from our children and wives    To play our hand in the Newfoundland    Where the wind cuts like a knife    We were far from the shores of England       We shipped on board the Maryanne    To find a better life    And we walked across the water    When she broke up on the ice    We came ashore in Carbonear    With nothing but our rights    And I wondered if I e'er again    Would see my London lights       We were far from the shores of England    Far from our children and wives    To play our hand in the Newfoundland    Where the wind cuts like a knife    We were far from the shores of England      We spend our days amid the waves    Working water, hook and twine    We would go for weeks with blistered cheeks    Waiting for the sun to shine    But as long as the sky hold over us    We will not taste the brine    And we'll curse the cod    With the fear of God    As we haul in every line       We were far from the shores of England    Far from our children and wives    To play our hand in the Newfoundland    Where the wind cuts like a knife    We were far from the shores of England   Far from our native soil    To chase a wish and hunt the Fish    And on the rocks to toil    We were far from the shores of England       Should we find Fortune's Favor    And be spared from the gale    We will live off honest labor    With our hearts as big as sails    But if I should die don't bury me    Or leave me to the sea    Send my bones back to my home    Where my spirit can be free      We were far from the shores of England    Far from our children and wives    To play our hand in the Newfoundland    Where the wind cuts like a knife    We were far from the shores of England   Far from our native soil    To chase a wish and hunt the Fish    And on the rocks to toil    We were far from the shores of England