I'se the by that builds the boat

And I'se the by that sails her

I'se the by that catches the fish

And takes 'em home to Lizer

Sods and rinds to cover your flake

Cake and tea for supper

Codfish 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

Susan White, she's out of sight

Her petticoat wants a border

Old Sam Oliver in the dark

He kissed her in the corner