We'll remember '87,|on November Twenty-one,|it was storming on the Isles of Magdalene||While the wind blew through the rigging,|of the little Tammy Anne,|she was loaded with ten barrels of gasoline.||There were five young men and women, |Darla Hickey and Tracy Clarke, |Kimberly Patton, Delbert and Lorne MacLean||And when they left the Grindstone Harbour, |they were bound for Entry Isle,|but they never saw those island shores again||They went down, they went down with the Tammy Anne,|they never saw those island shores again.|It was way out on the hook boys,|she tossed up in the sand.|Five young people lost their lives in the wreck of the Tammy Anne.||When the Tammy Anne went missing, |and the Coast Guard came to search,|there were fishing boats already on the scene.||And when the bright lights hit the channel,|from the liner Lucy Maud,|They could see those drifting barrels of gasoline.||And when they later found the cabin,|tossing out in there in the dark,|all hopes of the rescue fled with the freezing wind||And those brave young men and women, |who were bound for Entry Isle, |they never saw their island home again||They went down, they went down with the Tammy Anne,|they never saw those island shores again.|It was way out on the hook boys,|she tossed up in the sand.|Five young people lost their lives in the wreck of the Tammy Anne.||Five young people lost their lives in the wreck of the Tammy Anne|