Rogers stan free in the harbour lyrics

Well it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay

From Pushthrough across to Bois Island.

They broach and they sprout and they lift their flukes out

And 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 again

On their way to the hills of Alberta.

With lop-side grins, they waggle their chins

And 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 shout

Where the whales make free in the harbour.



Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting again

Free in the harbour; untroubled by comings and goings of men

Who 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 stones

Of their fathers that came there before them.

In the taverns of Edmonton, fishermen shout

Haul it away! Haul it away!

They left three hundred years buried up the Bay

Where the whales make free in the harbour.



Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting again

Free in the harbour; untroubled by comings and goings of men

Who 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