Well Rant and Well Roar
Lloyd
My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman
I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tim Brown
L'm bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly
As soon as l'm able to plank the cash down
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We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go
L'm a son of a sea-cook, and a cook in a trader
I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the main-boom
I can handle a jigger, and cuts a big figure
Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room
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If the voyage is good, then this fall I will do it
I wants two pound ten for a ring and the priest
A couple o' dollars for clean shirt and collars
And a handful o' coppers to make up a feast
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There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy
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
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Farewell and adieu to ye fair ones of VaIen
Farewell and adieu to ye girls in the Cove
I'm bound to the westward, to the wall with the hole in
I'II take her from Toslow the wild world to rove
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Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kyran's
Of Paradise and Presque, Big and Little Bona
L'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy
And if I don't do so, I'm afraid of her da
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I've bought me a house from Katherine Davis
A twenty-pound bed from Jimmy MeGrath
I'll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle
Then I'll be ready for Biddy - hurrah!
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O, I brought in the Ino this spring from the city
Some rings and gold brooches for the girls in the Bay
I bought me a case-pipe - they call it a meerschaum -
It melted like butter upon a hot day
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I went to a dance one night at Fox Harbour
There were plenty of girls, so nice as you'd wish
There was one pretty maiden a-chawin' of frankgum
Just like a young kitten a-gnawing fresh fish
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Then here is a heaIth to the girls of Fox Harbour
Of Oderin and Presque, Crabbes Hole and Bruley
Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy
I can't marry all, or in chokey I'd be