.I used to be a fisherman, on the icy crests we'd ride
Like a banshee on the wind, we'd sail the oncean wide.
From the shoals of Yarmouth bay to Newfoundland we'd go...
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and we'd shout! Shout! Shout! Shout at the Devil down below
Out to the snows of Greeland, into th.
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