The Bay is in sad mourning,
From Bell Island came sad news
To hear about the tragedy
Which had all hands confused.

It happened in the Tickle here
Upon one Sunday night,
When the Garland struck the Golden Dawn,
Soon filled and sank from sight.

Now, when the Garland left the Cove,
As you may understand,
She had Norman Ash as engineer
And Abbott in command.

She shipped her course for Kelly’s Wharf,
And steamed towards the Beach
Not fearing any danger
Of the distance they do reach.

When the Garland left the Cove,
The wind was North Northeast,
The Golden Dawn had just arrived,
With passengers from Clarkes Beach.

The Golden Dawn, she shift her course,
As you may understand,
She had Dosren Rose as engineer,
And Mitchell in command.

She had not long left the Beach,
Scarce minutes three or four,
When people heard some screaming,
While standing on the shore.

A young man standing on the wharf,
Rushed without delay,
Called Fred Snow to get a boat,
For rescue right away.

Now Mr. Snow and Walter Dicks,
Did quickly in haste embark,
To rescue those still alive
Although it was so dark.

Search lights on the Beach did shine,
Across the Tickle bright...
To guide the boats while searching there
But got no success that night.

The ones that night were rescued were
Tucker and Norman Ash,
While Quilty and his cousin
Were rescued from a hatch.

There was Hector Hibbs, a sailor bold,
Who ploughed the ocean deep.
He passed away whilst in the boat
Before they reached the Beach.

There was one aged lady
Mrs. Clements was her name
She passed away that very night
While respiration was in vain.

There is twenty more we do recall,
And you know their names quite well,
May God have mercy on their souls,
And in heaven may they dwell.

Joseph Pynn 1961