I’s the B’y

★ I’s the B’y Lyrics:

I’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 brings them home to Liza.

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

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 Liza to a dance,
As fast as 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.

I’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 brings them home to Liza.

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The Rhyme of The Chivalrous Shark