Ballad of John Rae
You may well have heard of Franklin’s fate, of Parry, Ross and McClure
Explorers brave who roamed the North, each gallant men of worth
Though, of all the bold adventurers to comb the Arctic range
The greatest of all was an Orkneyman from the Hall of Clestrain
Drawn to the North, was bold John Rae, shining star of the Hudson’s Bay
The whaling men were first to mark these Northwest Passage straights
A trade route to the Orient that merchants sought for freight
Many’s the banker tried his luck, Many’s the ship would go
And many’s the lad was led to die on the blinding ice and snow
Drawn to the North, was bold John Rae, shining star of the Hudson’s Bay
If was ever a man who could find his way
The name of that man is John Rae
He’d scarcely nigh a dozen men, he put them to the test
And learning from the Esquimeaux he sought the noble quest
12 thousand miles he roamed the North, by oar and sail and march
He made it look a morning stroll from the Ayre to Highland Park
Drawn to the North, was bold John Rae, shining star of the Hudson’s Bay
If was ever a man who could find his way
The name of that man is John Rae
Grave news had reached the Hudson’s Bay that Franklin’s men were lost
John Rae was sent to seek them out no matter what the cost
In learning from the Inuit, a true and honest source
How Franklin’s crew was driven to their desperate last recourse
Drawn to the North, was bold John Rae, shining star of the Hudson’s Bay
If was ever a man who could find his way
The name of that man is John Rae
Seething with ambition strove the ruthless Lady Jane
With wickedness & cunning, John Rae she would defame
She robbed him of the knighthood, so rightfully his due
For he’d found the Northwest Passage and the fate of Franklin’s crew
Now at St. Magnus’ holy ground, my thoughts to you do stray
The greatest man of all the North, the pride of Hudson’s Bay
Who solved the Arctic riddle, Let Scotsmen praise his name!
That truth and time cannot deny so great a man of fame
Raise your glass to bold John Rae, darling pride of the Hudson’s Bay
If was ever a man who could find his way
The name of that man is John Rae
The name of that man is John Rae
Words by Jim Smith (SOCAN), Music by Bruce Coughlan (SOCAN)