On the icy seas of the Atlantic, filled with majestic whales,
Two captains braved the dangers, their courage set to sail.
Westbury Kean, the young commander, his father Abraham proud,
Led their crews into the ice fields, where death and fate are loud.
The SS Newfoundland was stranded, trapped within the ice,
With men sent out to hunt the seals, not knowing the sacrifice.
Nearby the SS Stephano, with Abraham at the helm,
A father watched as fate would play, within this frozen realm.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
Through the night and through the storm, the men were left alone,
On the ice they fought for life, with a chill down to the bone.
Seventy-eight souls were lost, in that cold and bitter fight,
Their spirits haunt the frozen seas, where darkness met the light.
The inquiry brought questions, to the choices that were made,
Why communication faltered, why the men were left to fade.
Yet in the hearts of Newfoundland, their story will remain,
A testament to sacrifice, to loss and to the pain.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
From Flowers Island to the sea, their legacy is told,
Of courage in the face of death, and memories grown old.
Westbury and Abraham, their names etched in the lore,
Of a land that faced the elements, and the heartbreak at its core.
In the annals of the sealing trade, their tale is carved in ice,
A story of determination, of fate and sacrifice.
The courage of the sealers, and the trials that they bore,
Echoes through the ages, the Rock's tale of yore.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
So remember those who perished, on that cold and fateful night,
And the Keans who led with valor, through the blizzard's blinding light.
For in the annals of the brave, their story will be sung,
Of the tragedy of nineteen fourteen, and the men forever young.
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On the icy seas of the Atlantic, filled with majestic whales,
Two captains braved the dangers, their courage set to sail.
Westbury Kean, the young commander, his father Abraham proud,
Led their crews into the ice fields, where death and fate are loud.
The SS Newfoundland was stranded, trapped within the ice,
With men sent out to hunt the seals, not knowing the sacrifice.
Nearby the SS Stephano, with Abraham at the helm,
A father watched as fate would play, within this frozen realm.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
Through the night and through the storm, the men were left alone,
On the ice they fought for life, with a chill down to the bone.
Seventy-eight souls were lost, in that cold and bitter fight,
Their spirits haunt the frozen seas, where darkness met the light.
The inquiry brought questions, to the choices that were made,
Why communication faltered, why the men were left to fade.
Yet in the hearts of Newfoundland, their story will remain,
A testament to sacrifice, to loss and to the pain.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
From Flowers Island to the sea, their legacy is told,
Of courage in the face of death, and memories grown old.
Westbury and Abraham, their names etched in the lore,
Of a land that faced the elements, and the heartbreak at its core.
In the annals of the sealing trade, their tale is carved in ice,
A story of determination, of fate and sacrifice.
The courage of the sealers, and the trials that they bore,
Echoes through the ages, the Rock's tale of yore.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
So remember those who perished, on that cold and fateful night,
And the Keans who led with valor, through the blizzard's blinding light.
For in the annals of the brave, their story will be sung,
Of the tragedy of nineteen fourteen, and the men forever young.
Two captains braved the dangers, their courage set to sail.
Westbury Kean, the young commander, his father Abraham proud,
Led their crews into the ice fields, where death and fate are loud.
The SS Newfoundland was stranded, trapped within the ice,
With men sent out to hunt the seals, not knowing the sacrifice.
Nearby the SS Stephano, with Abraham at the helm,
A father watched as fate would play, within this frozen realm.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
Through the night and through the storm, the men were left alone,
On the ice they fought for life, with a chill down to the bone.
Seventy-eight souls were lost, in that cold and bitter fight,
Their spirits haunt the frozen seas, where darkness met the light.
The inquiry brought questions, to the choices that were made,
Why communication faltered, why the men were left to fade.
Yet in the hearts of Newfoundland, their story will remain,
A testament to sacrifice, to loss and to the pain.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
From Flowers Island to the sea, their legacy is told,
Of courage in the face of death, and memories grown old.
Westbury and Abraham, their names etched in the lore,
Of a land that faced the elements, and the heartbreak at its core.
In the annals of the sealing trade, their tale is carved in ice,
A story of determination, of fate and sacrifice.
The courage of the sealers, and the trials that they bore,
Echoes through the ages, the Rock's tale of yore.
The Keans of Newfoundland, with hearts so brave and true,
In the harsh and frozen wasteland, their strength and skill they knew.
But in the year of nineteen fourteen, a tragedy did unfold,
On the ice they faced the terror, in the blizzard's deadly cold.
So remember those who perished, on that cold and fateful night,
And the Keans who led with valor, through the blizzard's blinding light.
For in the annals of the brave, their story will be sung,
Of the tragedy of nineteen fourteen, and the men forever young.
Writer: Benjamin Sturge
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Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC