Goose River (Mourners' March) - Thrawsunblat

We’ll walk through the day, on down to the bay

We’ll claim old Goose River Point

So haul on your mugs and growler jugs

it’s a long road, but not as long as a dry road

We’ll drink the ale and spin many a tale

of our comrade’s final days.

We’ll pour out the beer for the one not here

Cheers, me b’y, once more.

Cheers once more, me b’y.

It’s a long road and a sorrowed load.

It’s a long road and a sorrowed load,

Cheers, me b’y, once more.

Cheers, once more, to ya, Sloan.

Where could we throw the ash, but the end of the path

at the swirling Goose River Point?

He’ll stand with the trees, and run with the streams

where he once roamed, and now can ever again roam.

And again next year we’ll feast out here

an annual march to the sea.

We’ll raise up a toast on the rocky coast:

Cheers, me b’y, once more.

Cheers, once more, to ya, Sloan.