I'SE THE B'Y
I'se the b'y that builds the boat
And I'se the b'y that sails her
I's the b'y that catches the fish,
And takes them 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!
Hip your partner Sally Tibbo...
I don't want your maggoty fish,
That's no good for winter,
I could buy as good as that
Down in Bonavista.
Hip your partner Sally Tibbo...
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.
Hip you partner Sally Tibbo...
Susan White, she's out of sight,
Her petticoat wants a border,
Old Sam Oliver in the dark
He kissed her in the corner.
Hip your partner Sally Tibbo...
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