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  • aclift

    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 them home to Liza

    Chorus
    Hip your partner Sally Thibeau, hip your partner Sally Brown
    Fogo, Twillingate, Morton’s Harbour, all around the circle

    Sods and rinds to cover the flake, cake and tea for supper
    Codfish in the spring of the year, fried in maggoty butter

    I don’t want your maggoty fish, they’re no good for winter
    I can buy as good as that way down in Bonavista

    I took Liza to a dance, Faith but she could travel
    Every step that she did take was up to her knees in gravel

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