The Bluenoser

Why yes me good sir, I am quite proud to say

I’m a true Bluenoser from down Nova Scotia way

What is a Bluenoser, you’d like to know

Sit a spell I’ll tell you, if you’ve nowhere to go

Where Nova Scotia’s shores hit the Atlantic Sea

The winds from the North so cold I tell ye

Ice forms on your face tell you’re blue with the cold

Been like that forever at least that’s what I’m told

We were sailors of schooners, wind racers of sail

Fishermen, traders and even delivers of mail

Ice and snow our companions, fogs deathly chill

Six months of winter, a Bluenoser’s has to fill

So they call us by that name and I’m proud to say

I’ll be a Bluenoser till my dying day.