Ghost of Ontario - The Elders

A hundred whales a year at the peak of his career

And in between ten thousand fish

Each week she would appear at the Straight Street pier

Where every able sailor got his wish

There was plenty half again — Captain Cathcart loved his gin

He gave a daily ration to the crew

He danced a blinding jig each time they hit it big

When the lookout would sound thar she blew

And the skipper would give chase as they heaved to the race

In the eye of the beast every man saw his face

Well the Ghost of Ontario sailed into the night

All the way from Nantucket to Saint John

How he ever found the way into Saint George’s Bay

Harpoon and a live one hangin' on

And she dragged 'em all the way to Cape Breton

In town there was a rumor of a whale that dragged a schooner

Halfway back to Ireland in a tick

It was Halloween night but Captain wouldn’t bite

He could tell she were no Moby d___

When they gaffed her in the side they were in for a ride

Straight off the Bay of Rocks with no place to hide

Well the Ghost of Ontario sailed into the night

All the way from Nantucket to Saint John

How he ever found the way into Saint George’s Bay

Harpoon and a live one hangin' on

And she dragged 'em all the way to Cape Breton

I was clingin' to the wreckage, just a few of us were left

The lucky ones among us were better off dead

I swear I heard her creakin' in the wind from the west

But we never saw it comin' up ahead

They say he roams the seas just lookin' for a fight

His ship was lost a thousand miles from land

He haunts Coffin House for liquor every night

with a telescope and a pistol in hand

No tide that came his way could ever drown that man’s thirst

No hurricanes or icebergs could lift that mighty curse

Well the Ghost of Ontario sailed into the night

All the way from Nantucket to Saint John

How he ever found the way into Saint George’s Bay

Harpoon and a live one hangin' on

And she dragged 'em all the way to Cape Breton