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Where frosts doth northern bays congeal, / There you will find the finest seal, / They do pursue them o'er each bay / From early dawn till close of day.
The Indians display great zeal, / Engaged in hunting of the seal, / And ladies love for to display / Their seal furs from this famous bay.
Most precious of all furs is seal, / Their flesh is good as finest veal, / And the seal it is a squatter, / Lives on either land or water.
The Indian boys happy feel, / When they capture the young seal, / They do seem so happy ever, / Sailing o'er each bay and river.
They train them their canoes to tow, / And o'er the waters merry go, / Full quick to right or left they wheel, / Guided by reins the docile seal.
Like lad on colt without a saddle, / These youths use no oar nor paddle, / But swift o'er water rushes keel, / For 'tis propelled by the fast seal.
To Uncle Sam we do appeal, / How can you own the whole sea's seal, / And at the same time claim our cod, / If from the shore a mile abroad.