I’s the b’y that builds the boat
And I’s the b’y that sails her
I’s the b’y that catches the fish
And takes ’em home to ’Lizer
Hip your partner, Sally Tibbo
Hip your partner, Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton’s Harbour
All around the circle
Sods and rinds to cover your flake
Cake and tea for supper
Codfish in the spring o’ the year
Fried in maggoty butter
I don’t want your maggoty fish
That’s no good for winter
I could buy as good as that
Down in Bonavista
I took ’Lizer to a dance
And faith, but she could travel
And every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in gravel
Susan White, she’s out of sight
Her petticoat wants a border
Old Sam Oliver in the dark
He kissed her in the corner