In the town of Lunenburg down Nova Scotia way, In nineteen twenty-one on a windy day, A sailing ship was born, Bluenose was her name, Will we ever see her kind again?
Bluenose, the ocean knows her name, Sailors know how proud a ship was she; Bluenose, leaning in the wind, Racing every wave of the sea.
Her sails were snowy white, they strained against the mast, The spray blew high as she went rolling past; And from the very first, old Bluenose liked to run, She liked the smell of sea and the sun.
Bluenose, the ocean knows her name, Sailors know how proud a ship was she; Bluenose, leaning in the wind, Racing every wave of the sea.
For twenty-five long years she ruled the Northern sea, Racing like a queen on the tide; And on the Caribbean one dark and stormy day, She ran into a reef and died.
Bluenose, the ocean knows her name, Sailors know how proud a ship was she; Bluenose, leaning in the wind, Racing every wave of the sea.
Now just the other day, down Nova Scotia way, In Lunenburg they christened a ship; Just like the old Bluenose, to the very name, The Bluenose lives and sails again.
Bluenose, the ocean knows her name, Sailors know how proud a ship was she; Bluenose, leaning in the wind, Racing every wave of the sea.
Bluenose, the ocean knows her name, Sailors know how proud a ship was she; Bluenose, leaning in the wind, Racing every wave of the sea. Racing every wave of the sea.