We’ll walk through the day, on down to the bay 
We’ll claim old Goose River Point 
So haul on your mugs and growler jugs 
it’s a long road, but not as long as a dry road 

We’ll drink the ale and spin many a tale 
of [bad word] s final days. 

We’ll pour out the beer for the one not here 
Cheers, me b’y, once more. 
Cheers once more, me b’y. 

It’s a long road and a sorrowed load. 
It’s a long road and a sorrowed load, 
Cheers, me b’y, once more. 
Cheers, once more, to ya, Sloan. 

Where could we throw the ash, but the end of the path 
at the swirling Goose River Point? 
He’ll stand with the trees, [bad word] with the streams 
where he once roamed, and now can ever again roam. 

And again next year we’ll feast out here 
an annual march to the sea. 
We’ll raise up a toast on the rocky coast: 
Cheers, me b’y, once more. 
Cheers, once more, to ya, Sloan.