A Canadian child's ABC, Page 20
IT ’s there you drop the pilot
When you are outward-bound ;
It ’s there they have a foghorn
Of strange and doleful sound ;
It ’s there you start to wonder
Just how you ’re going to be
Next day, when you’re surrounded
By nothing but the sea.
But when you ’re headed westward,
And the sea is all behind,
There you pick up the pilot,
And Father Point seems kind.