| I’se The B’y that builds the boat and
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| I’se The B’y that sails her and
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| I’se The B’y that catches the fish and
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| Brings 'em home to Liza
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| Hip-yer-partner Sally Thibault
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| Hip-yer-partner Sally Brown
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| Fogo, Twillingate, Morton’s Harbour,
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| All around the circle
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| Salts and rinds to cover your flake,
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| Cake and tea for supper
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| Cod fish in the spring of the year,
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| Fried in maggoty butter
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| I don’t want your maggoty fish
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| They’re no good for winter
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| Well I can buy as good as that,
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| Way down in Bonavista!
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| I took Liza to a dance,
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| As fast as she can travel,
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| And every step that she could take,
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| Was up to her knees in gravel
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| Susan White she’s outta sight,
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| Her petticoat wants a border,
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| Well old Sam Oliver in the dark,
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| He kissed her in the corner!
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| I’se The B’y that builds the boat and
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| I’se The B’y that sails her and
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| I’se The B’y that catches the fish and
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| Brings 'em home to Liza |