 (written Frank Dwyer - Arr. GBS)
Oh, Gideon lived accross the bay
He's gettin' older now
His boat is big and strong and bold
She has a stalwart bow
But my father's boat was second hand
One someone'd used before
And after every fishing trip
My father always swore.
That someday he would save enough
To go to St. John's Town
And buy himself a big new boat
A boat like Gideon Brown
A boat like Gideon Brown
Confederation came around
And the days of old-age pension
He said, "Son, I'm saving every cent
And this you must not mention."
You save the baby bonus too
And things just might turn around
And we'll have enough to buy a boat
A boat like Gideon Brown
CHORUS:
She can punch ahead in any gale
And ride the fishing ground
I often thought how proud I'd be
In a boat like Gideon Brown
In a boat like Gideon Brown
Many years did pass away
And Dad began to fade
He didn't talk of boats too much
He said, "Son, I'm afraid"
If things don't soon improve
Then I'll be under ground
Before we ever get to see ourselves
In a boat like Gideon Brown
CHORUS
I sat and held his hand one day
He said, "Son, that policy
The insurance is all in your name
You're the beneficiary."
And when I'm gone, they'll pay you off
Then go to St. John's Town
And buy yourself a big new boat
A boat like Gideon Brown.
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