Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Squid Jiggin' Ground, artist - Hank Snow. Album song The Hank Snow Anthology - 50 Classics, Vol. 1, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 10.07.2014
Record label: Suburban Squire
Song language: English
Squid Jiggin' Ground |
Oh this is the place where the fishermen gather |
Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten down; |
All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers, |
They congregate here on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
Some are workin' their jiggers, while others are yarnin', |
There’s some standin' up and there’s more lyin' down; |
While all kinds of fun, jokes and drinks are begun, |
As they wait for the squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
There’s men of all ages and boys in the bargain, |
There’s old Billy Cave and there’s young Raymond Brown; |
There’s Rip, Red and Gory out here in the dory, |
A runnin' down squires on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
There’s men from the harbor, there’s men from the tickle, |
And all kinds of motor-boats, green, gray and brown; |
Right yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby, |
He’s chawin' hard tack on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
God bless my soul, list to, there’s Skipper John Ch&y, |
He’s the best hand at squid jiggin' here, I’ll be bound; |
Hello, what’s the row? |
Why he’s jiggin' one now, |
The very first squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
The man with the whiskers is old Jacob Steele, |
He’s gettin' well on, but he’s still pretty sound; |
While Uncle Bob Hockins wears six pairs of stockin’s |
Whenever he’s out on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
Holy Smoke! |
What a scuffle! |
All hands are excited, |
It’s a wonder to me that there’s nobody drowned; |
There’s a bustle, confusion, the wonderful hustle, |
They’re all jiggin' squid on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
Says Barney, «The squids are on top of the water, |
I just felt me jiggers jig five fathoms down |
But a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat, |
Now he’s swearin’like mad on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
There’s poor Uncle Louie, his whiskers are spattered |
With spots of the squid juice that’s flyin' around; |
One poor little guy got it right in the eye, |
But they don’t give a darn on the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |
Now, if you ever feel inclined to go squiddin', |
Leave your white clothes behind in the town; |
And if you get cranky without your silk hanky, |
You’d better steer clear of the Squid Jiggin' Ground. |