The beginning of the fishing season traditionally began with a stormy "spring trip". In this song, the Ambition of Lunenberg struggles and succeeds against the Atlantic seas and storms.
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It was in the schooner Ambition, That I'm going to sing about Albert Himmelmann was our captain, Nineteen was our full crowd
He telephoned to the crew to come To go away this day It was on March the twenty-ninth We're the first to fill away
We are in the port of Canso The place we all know well, and taking a baiting of frozen squid The Atlantic Fish company did sell.
We went out on the Western Bank And started to let her play; We baited up and let her run And hauled our trawls that day
Next morning it was blowing hard; Our vessel she went adrift, The wind being from the south southeast And all iced up on deck.
We shifted to the Western Bank and finished our frozen squid Then we went to Canso and got some more, But we didn't finish all of it.
Then on our way to Magdalenes We got among the ice; We couldn't get over there for bait So squared for P. E. I.
After laying there a week or more, We then proceeded on; We went to Cape North, a fishing there, but the fish not being on;
After jogging round a day or more, The fish then came around; Some of the vessels had gone up north Some went to Middle Ground
We finished fishing that baiting And we started out for more; We finished another small baiting, Which makes a total of four.
On the last part of homeward passage, The wind southeast by south; After clearing up a little We got in Middle south
The word was passed then all around To come around in time; And now the spring trip is ended and everybody's feeling fine!