| Oh this is the place where the fishermen gather
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| Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten down;
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| All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers,
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| They congregate here on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| Some are workin' their jiggers, while others are yarnin',
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| There’s some standin' up and there’s more lyin' down;
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| While all kinds of fun, jokes and drinks are begun,
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| As they wait for the squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| There’s men of all ages and boys in the bargain,
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| There’s old Billy Cave and there’s young Raymond Brown;
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| There’s Rip, Red and Gory out here in the dory,
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| A runnin' down squires on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| There’s men from the harbor, there’s men from the tickle,
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| And all kinds of motor-boats, green, gray and brown;
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| Right yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby,
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| He’s chawin' hard tack on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| God bless my soul, list to, there’s Skipper John Ch&y,
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| He’s the best hand at squid jiggin' here, I’ll be bound;
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| Hello, what’s the row? |
| Why he’s jiggin' one now,
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| The very first squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| The man with the whiskers is old Jacob Steele,
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| He’s gettin' well on, but he’s still pretty sound;
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| While Uncle Bob Hockins wears six pairs of stockin’s
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| Whenever he’s out on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| Holy Smoke! |
| What a scuffle! |
| All hands are excited,
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| It’s a wonder to me that there’s nobody drowned;
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| There’s a bustle, confusion, the wonderful hustle,
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| They’re all jiggin' squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| Says Barney, «The squids are on top of the water,
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| I just felt me jiggers jig five fathoms down
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| But a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat,
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| Now he’s swearin’like mad on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| There’s poor Uncle Louie, his whiskers are spattered
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| With spots of the squid juice that’s flyin' around;
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| One poor little guy got it right in the eye,
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| But they don’t give a darn on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.
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| Now, if you ever feel inclined to go squiddin',
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| Leave your white clothes behind in the town;
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| And if you get cranky without your silk hanky,
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| You’d better steer clear of the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |