Lyrics

Spencer's Cove
Copyright Dave Anthony
2001

It was on a Friday evening we left a local pub
We loaded up the booze and piled aboard the grub
Sailed aboard the Bertha Joyce and out Placentia Bay
Before we got to Otterun the boys began to play

There was Harry on the squeezebox and Paddy on the bow
And Mary danced so lightly as we skipped the sea below
As we rounded Brule I watched the shoreline disappear
The only way we're turning back is if we run outta beer

Refrain:
We weren't far from home and we didn't have that far to go
But the beer flowed free as we passed the Bread and Cheese
On our way to Spencer's Cove

We arrived in Spencer's Cove all for a wicked time
With fiddles, banjos, and guitars, hard liquor, beer, and wine
We danced to the jigs and reels until a quarter after four
The party in the kitchen nearly buckled up the floor

We tied one on for two straight nights and sang until the sun came 'round
And by Sunday morning as the day was dawning there wasn't a drop of liquor to be found

We cooked up all the cod tongues and drank Blueberry wine
I finished my last Blue Star and barely just in time
For now it's Sunday evening and its too bad we can't stay
But lookout come next friday we'll be heading up the bay