I'se the b'y that builds the boat 
And I'se the b'y that sails her! 
I'se the b'y that catches the fish 
And takes 'em home to Lizer. 

Chorus: 

Hip yer partner, Sally Tibbo! 
Hip yer partner, Sally Brown! 
Fogo, Twillingate, Moreton's Harbour, 
All around the circle. 

Sods and rinds to cover yer flake 
Cake and tea for supper, 
Cod-fish in the spring o' 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. 

I took Lizer to a dance, 
And faith but she could travel 
And every step that she did take 
Was up to her knees in gravel.