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 Tibo
Hip yer partner, Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour



All 'round the circle

Sods and rinds to cover yer flake
Cake and tea for supper
Codfish in the spring of 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