Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Down by the breakwater line
Before the sun can climb
Men of Bartlett's Harbour
Tie their hopes to twine
Hands like rope and cedar
Faces cut by spray
They read the tide like scripture
Then they head away
[Pre-Chorus]
Green pots in a pile
Rope coiled at their feet
Coffee gone cold
But the morning's got to eat
Every boat named for
Somebody's old man
And every soul aboard
Knows exactly where they stand
[Chorus]
Bartlett's Harbour, hold on tight
Lobster men go out in the light
Bartlett's Harbour, hear them call
One good pull can feed them all
(Feed them all)
Bartlett's Harbour, salt and foam
Bring them safely back back home
Back home, back home
Bartlett's Harbour, hold on tight
[Verse 2]
Out where the black back whales
Roll under a rough grey sky
They set their steel and woodwork
Where the hard luck fish run by
The youngest one keeps watch
The old one knows the signs
A puff of wind, a change in blue
And a promise in the line
[Pre-Chorus]
Rust on the davits
Ice in the wheelhouse glass
They laugh at the weather
Then they let the weather pass
If the east comes up mean
And the deck starts to bite
They pray to every shore light
And they work through the night
[Chorus]
Bartlett's Harbour, hold on tight
Lobster men go out in the light
Bartlett's Harbour, hear them call
One good pull can feed them all
(Feed them all)
Bartlett's Harbour, salt and foam
Bring them safely back back home
Back home, back home
Bartlett's Harbour, hold on tight
[Bridge]
When the boats come in low
With the red pots stacked high
Women at the wharf
And children in the eye
No man stands taller
Than a day like that
When the harbour breathes easy
And the whole town's fed back
[Final Chorus]
Bartlett's Harbour, hold on tight
Lobster men go out in the light
Bartlett's Harbour, hear them call
One good pull can feed them all
(Feed them all)
Bartlett's Harbour, salt and foam
Bring them safely back back home
Back home, back home
Bartlett's Harbour, hold on tight
Details
GeneratedJul 8, 2026
Duration4:04
LanguageEnglish
Style
Newfoundland folk-rock with driving acoustic strum, foot-stomp pulse, fiddle answers, and a sea-salt chorus; verse rides close-mic storytelling over bass and guitar, pre-chorus opens with harmony lift and snare taps, chorus hits with gang vocals and a rough fiddle hook. Add gull calls, harbor bell chimes, and a swell of crowd claps into the final chorus. Bright, earthy, and anthemic with a weathered coastal mix.
Credits
Prompt byFreshBandit550
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Newfoundland song about lobster fishery men of Bartlett’s harbour
