I'se the Bye
I'se the bye that builds the boat and I'se the bye that sails her
I'se the bye that catches the fish and brings 'em home to Lizer
CHORUS:
Hip your partner Sally Tibbo, hip your partner Sally Brown
Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour, all around the circle
Sods and rinds to cover yer flake, cake and tea for supper
Codfish in the spring o' the year fried in maggoty butter
I took Lizer to a dance and faith but she could travel
And every stop that she did take was up to her knees in gravel
Susan White she's out o' sight, her petticoat wants a border
Old Sam Oliver in the dark, he kissed her in the corner
I'se the bye that builds the boat and I'se the bye that sails her
I'se the bye that catches the fish and takes 'em home to Lizer
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