Peter Poulin was the founder of the Hunter fleet
‘Cause he thought boats together looked real neat
He lived in Maine and he sailed there too
Where the fog is thick and sticks like glue
Chorus:
Yo ho ho the wind blows free
Our Hunters sail on the rolling sea
Peter sang out to the great and the least
Come with me and we’ll sail down east
We’ll form a club, our spirits will soar
And you can call me the Commodore
chorus
We followed him through fog and rain
As we ate our way ‘round the Gulf of Maine
With daring-do and laughter hearty
We never missed a chance to party
chorus
Peter’s the best on sea or land
But now it’s time for a change of command
He made us what we are, ‘tis true
And we’re glad we’ll still have "Rhythm & Blue"
chorus
