Passamaquoddy Pickers

Shipwreck Ghosts © BDY January 22, 2009 One early autumn morning in 1884 A heavy bunk of fog layin’off was all we had in store We were begging for adventure and she was calm and still But Lord our God is full of might the winds obey his will Angels on the water in the Bay of Fundy Three merchant sailors a ridin’ on the sea Elisha was the captain the light he was called But in the darkness the bay made ghosts of us all A livin’ from the sea Was our only shred of pain We started out as angels But shipwreck ghosts we all became The clouds began to scud across like just before a gale Elisha saw a vision of his wife up in the sales Warning fools about the weather a bad feeling was cast Upon three stranded mariners that shipped before the mast It was the dreadful kind of storm like in the stories old folks tell John Jones kissed his worry beads when we heard the mission bell As the Pinky stove to splinters on the reef for ever