We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,

We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below

Until we strike bottom inside of two sunkers

When straight through the Channel to Tuslow we'll go.

I'm a son of a sea-cook, and a cook in a trader

I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the mainboom,

I can handle a jigger, and cuts a big figure

Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room.

If the voyage is good then this fall I will do it

I wants two pounds ten for a ring and the priest

A couple o'dollars for clane shirts and collars

And a handful o'coppers to make up a feast.

There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldworthy,

There's John Coady's Kitty, and Mary Tibbo;

There's Clara from Bruley, and young Martha Foley,

But the nicest of all is my girl in Toslow.

Farewell and adieu to ye fair ones of Valen

Farewell and adieu to ye girls in the cove;

I'm bound to the Westward, to the wall with the hole in

I'll take her from Toslow the wide world to rove.

Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kyran's

Of Paradise and Presque, Big and Little Bona,

I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy,

And if I don't do so, I'm afraid of her da.

I've brought me a house from Katherine Davis,

A twenty-pound bed from Jimmy McGrath;

I'll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle;

Then I'll be ready for Biddy - Hurrah!

I brought in the Ino this spring from the city

Some rings and gold broaches for the girls in the bay

I brought me a case-pipe - they call it a meerschaum

It melted like butter upon a hot day.

I went to a dance one night in Fox Harbour

There were plenty of girls, so nice as you wish

There was one pretty maiden a-chawing on frankgum,

Just like a young kitten a-gnawing fresh fish.

Then here is a health to the girls of Fox Harbour,

Of Oderin and Presque, Crabbe's Hole and Bruley,

Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy,

I can't marry all, or in chokey I'd be.