On St. Patrick's Day the 17th
From New York we set sail
And fortune did favour us
With a sweet and a pleasant gale
We bore away from the merry day
The wind being of the land
And with courage, brave, we bore away
Bound out for Newfound land
Our captain's name was Nelson
Just twenty years of age
A true and brave young sailor
And has ever flown the waves
The evil in the red was corn
belonging to the plague
And with courage brave we wore away
Bound out for Newfound land
But we dazed out to our surprise
Our captain, he fell sick
He shortly was not able
To take his turn on deck
The fever rage which made us think
That death was near at hand
So we bore away from Halifax
Bound out for Newfound land
While at 3 o 'clock we sighted a light
That we were glad to see
The smallpox had been raging
Was what it proved to be
At four o 'clock in the afternoon
I sure as God's command
He passed away in my thoughts
Found out for you found mine
Well all night long we did lament
For our departed friend
For we were praying unto God
For what had been His end
We prayed that God would guide us
And lead us by the hand
And send us fair winds wild and free
Bound out for new -found land you