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Ballad of Angus MacAskill, The

Words and music by Robbie Smith

A baby’s crying greets the morning
The year is 1825
A Scottish day is newly dawning
On a new life

They named him Angus MacAskill
And he grew strong and he grew tall
And he worked hard upon the land ’til
He heard the sea call


The sailing ships have crossed the ocean
Through tempest winds and writhing sea
To bring a giant to an island
Draped in mystery

He used his strength to aid the weaker
Until that dark and fateful day
He fell through ship’s deck with a anchor
And so still he lay


A mother’s crying meets the evening
The year is 1863
A Cape Breton day is slowly dying
On a life that’s been and gone away