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 Tibbo

Hip-yer-partner Sally Brown

Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour,

All around the circle



Sods 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