I'se The B'y

I’se The B’y that builds the boat and
I’se The B’y that sails her and
I’se The B’y that catches the fish and
Brings 'em home to Liza
Hip-yer-partner Sally Thibault
Hip-yer-partner Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton’s Harbour,
All around the circle
Salts and rinds to cover your flake,
Cake and tea for supper
Cod fish in the spring of the year,
Fried in maggoty butter
I don’t want your maggoty fish
They’re no good for winter
Well I can buy as good as that,
Way down in Bonavista!
I took Liza to a dance,
As fast as she can travel,
And every step that she could take,
Was up to her knees in gravel
Susan White she’s outta sight,
Her petticoat wants a border,
Well old Sam Oliver in the dark,
He kissed her in the corner!
I’se The B’y that builds the boat and
I’se The B’y that sails her and
I’se The B’y that catches the fish and
Brings 'em home to Liza