I'se the B'y

I'se the b'y that builds the boat

And I'se the b'y that sails her!

I'se the b'y that catches the fish

And takes ‘em home to Lizer.

Chorus:

Hip yer partner, Sally Tibbo!

Hip yer partner, Sally Brown!

Fogo, Twillingate, Moreton's Harbour,

All around the circle.

Sods and rinds to cover yer flake

Cake and tea for supper,

Cod-fish 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.