It's The B'y
It's the b'y that builds the boat,
and I's the b'y that sails her,
I's the b'y that catches the fish,
And carries then home to liza.
Swing your partner, Sally Tibbo,
Swing your partner, Sally Brown,
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour,
All around the circle oh
Sods and rinds to cover your 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 CHORUS
I took Liza to a dance,
I'faith, but she could travel!
Every step that she did take
Was up to her knees in gravel!
Susan White, she's out of sight,
Her petticoat needs a border,
Old Sam Oliver in the dark
He kissed her in the corner!