MacEdward Leach and the Songs of Atlantic Canada
Tidal Wave
John James NFLD 2 Tape 9 Track 5
Trepassey Audio:

LEACH: All right
JAMES: (sings)

On the eighteenth of November, you all may remember, when
Everybody thought the world was coming to an end
When the earth began to tremble, like a leaf was growing nimble(?),
Our lives we had to scramble, and you know what happened then.

That day began with sunshine from early in the morning
The wind was light and pleasant, and the sky was light, a- bright, and clear
You could hear the people talking, while along the road were walking,
Not thinking that disaster was drawing very near.

And everything went right, until late that fatal evening,
The time I do remember between four and five o'clock
Then the people made wonder, what's that rumbling noise like thunder
Which seems on top and under and which gives such a shock.

Then the waves they came in power, going forty miles an hour,
Taking everything before it as it rushed along the shore
They were skiffs and punts and dories, likewise flakes and stages and stories
And dwellings swept to glory that will not be seen no more.

For it proved(?) the highest fountain, it drove people to the mountain
Where women and or children, also elderly men and boys
And their lot was destituted of the waters' great confusion
Saying, "Let us go still farther, we don t know how far 'twill rise."

Not a breeze disturbed the ocean, the clouds had little motion
The moon looked pale and sullen, when she rose above the hill,
And some people say, "She' s shifted and out of her course has drifted,"
While others seem to say that she is standing still.

No doubt her beam reflected, seemed sudden unexpected,
Where men and little children, they were battling in the waves
There were mothers, sons, and daughters that go smothered in those waters
And sixteen precious loved ones to meet a watery grave.

Not a word appreciation from the people of each nation
________________ with charity Gods rest them one and all
And their names shall be recorded and no doubt they'll be rewarded
When they go before their maker on that judgement hall above.

Most all the work completed and done so very neatly
They got back every longer, every log on every shore
And their clothes without a number, also nails and felt and lumber,
They all got back their losses and some a darn sight more.

A verse for to conclude it, for myself the great composer
I didn’t get my issue, I’m half a thousand due
And my land, about an acre, that got torn up by the quaker
For l leave it to my maker and l think now that will do.


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