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When first I came to Caledonia And I got loading at number three, And I got lodging with Donald Norman, He had a daughter could make good tea. And it was me and my brother Charlie, Two bigger shavers you ne’er did see, We’re spearing eels in the month of April And starving slaves out on Scatarie. I went to Norman to buy some brochan, A cake of soap and a pound of tea. But Norman said that I could not have them Till fish got plenty on Scatarie. So I went over to the big harbour, I only went for to see the spray. I saw a maid from Boularderie over, She looked to me like the Queen of May. If I had pen from Pennsylvania, And I had paper so snowy white, And I had ink of rosy morning, A true love letter to you I’d write. I put my foot on the deepest ocean As far from land as once I could be, A-sailing over the deepest water A woman’s love’d never bother me. I set my head to a cask of brandy And it’s a dandy I do declare, For when I’m drinking I’m sad and thinking How I could gain that young lady fair?