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.


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.