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The Rupert rain is falling fast,
The outflow winds a fury blast
Waves near high as old Mount Hays,
I fear for those on the Hecate Strait
I fear for all on the Hecate Strait

Bring Home, Bring Home,
Bring Home my husband and my young son Joe
Bring Home our friends from old Dodge Cove
Bring Home good pay for the Herring Roe,
Bring Home

The Hecate boils hard in a winter squall,
Writes names of plaques of Mariner’s Wall
Lucy, Holland Rock, Cape St. James,
Cast out your lights upon the waves
Cast out your lights upon the waves and….

Bring Home, Bring Home,
Bring Home my husband and my young son Joe
Bring Home our friends from old Dodge Cove
Bring Home good pay for the Herring Roe,
Bring Home

Northeast winds would you spare the lives,
Of husbands and sons of fisher wives
Who ply their trade with net and cage,
For wages on the tallyman’s page
For wages on the tallyman’s page
Bring Home, Bring Home,

Bring Home my husband and my young son Joe
Bring Home our friends from old Dodge Cove
Bring Home good pay for the Herring Roe,
Bring Home

Now ease my mind as I say down,
Bring peace of mind to this fishing town
Bring back our loved to old Cow Bay,
Return them safe dear God I pray
Return them safe dear God I pray
Bring Home, Bring Home,

Bring Home my husband and my young son Joe
Bring Home our friends from old Dodge Cove
Bring Home good pay for the Herring Roe,
Bring Home…………… Bring Home

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