Rebecca broke contact again

Second time this year

Cause for some concern

For all us other mariners

Radio out of service

In the dark

Ducking the fog

Got the ghost back in the suit

For all the outrage of the priest

Placentia Bay's been all ghosts

Ever since the lend-lease

There is a monster

At anchor in Ship Harbor

In the fog

You can almost hear the cemetery mass

Rolling off the summer tide

As the apparitions pass

A skelеton crew searches for a narcotic

In a hеlmet with a pike on it

And bets on how long the war is gonna last

Rebecca weighed anchor again

Left the dock line on the shore

Took her flat hat and her pistol

Nailed a letter to the door

You can't wait on revolution

For the sake of being patriotic or polite

There's always another ghost

Oozing across the waterline

Making moans out of the wind

And shadow puppets from the moonlight

There is still a monster

At anchor in our harbor

Manufacturing the fog

You can almost hear the cemetery mass

Rolling off the summer tide

As the apparitions pass

A skeleton crew searches for a narcotic

In a helmet with a pike on it

And bets on how long the war is gonna last