Stan Rogers - Free In The Harbour Lyrics
Well it's blackfish at play in Hermitage BayFrom Pushthrough across to Bois Island.They broach and they sprout and they lift their flukes outAnd they wave to a town that is dying.Now it's many's the boats that have plied on the foam,Hauling away! Hauling away!But there's many more fellows been leaving their homes,Where whales make free in the harbour.It's at Portage and Main you'll see them againOn their way to the hills of Alberta.With lop-side grins, they waggle their chinsAnd they brag of the wage they'll be earning.Then it's quick, pull the string boys, and get the loot out,Haul it away! Haul it away!But just two years ago you could hear the same shoutWhere the whales make free in the harbour.Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting againFree in the harbour; untroubled by comings and goings of menWho once did persue them as oil from the sea,Hauling away! Hauling away!Now they're Calgary roughnecks from Hermitage Bay,Where the whales make free in the harbour.Well, it's living they've found, deep in the ground,And if there's doubts, it's best they ignore them.Nor think on the bones, the crosses and stonesOf their fathers that came there before them.In the taverns of Edmonton, fishermen shoutHaul it away! Haul it away!They left three hundred years buried up the BayWhere the whales make free in the harbour.Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting againFree in the harbour; untroubled by comings and goings of menWho once did persue them as oil from the sea,Hauling away! Hauling away!Now they're Calgary roughnecks from Hermitage Bay,Where the whales make free in the harbour
