National Geographic : 1929 Jul
THE SEALING FLEET GOES THROUGH THE NARROWS AND INTOTHE ICE "Oh, the day we left St. Johns, my b'ys, It was a very fine day! Our wives an' sweethearts on the quay Says they, ye'll understand; Farewell, says they, remember me To the swiles o' Newfoundland! Our duff was hard, our pork was bad, We had to drink pinnacle tea! Hurrah, me b'ys, we'll make anoise An' by our gaffs we'll stand! Me rope upon me shoulder, Me gaff all in me hand, Both day an' night 'tismy delight To kill swiles in Newfoundland!" -Sealer's songrecorded by Photograph from Ernest Maunder G.A.England.