Newfoundland Jig Medley

Lots of fish in Bonavist' Harbour

Lots of fish right in around here

Boys and girls are fishin' together

Forty-five from Carbonear

Oh, catch a hold this one, catch a hold that one

Swing around this one, swing around she

Dance around this one, dance around that one

Diddle-um this one, diddle-um-dee

Oh, uncle George got up in the mornin'

He got up in a wonderful tear

He ripped the seat right out of his britches

Now he's got no pair to wear

Oh, catch a hold this one, catch a hold that one

Swing around this one, swing around she

Dance around this one, dance around that one

Diddle-um this one, diddle-um-dee

You may talk of Clara Nolan's ball or anything you choose

But it wouldn't hold a snuff box to the spree at Kelligrew's

You want your eyeballs straightened, come out next week with me

You'll have to wear your glasses at the Kelligrew's soiree

There was birch rine, tar twine

Cherry wine and turpentine

Jowls and cavalances

Ginger beer and tea

Pig's feet, cat's meat

Dumplin's boiled in a sheet

Dandelion and crackies' teeth

At the Kelligrew's soiree

Oh, 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 takes 'em home to Liza

Hip yer partner Sally Thibault

Hip yer partner Sally Brown

Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour

All around the circle

Well, Susan White she's outta sight

Her petticoat wants a border

Old Sam Oliver in the dark

He kissed her in the corner

Hip yer partner Sally Thibault

Hip yer partner Sally Brown

Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour

All around the circle

Yes, 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 takes 'em home to Liza

Hip-yer-partner Sally Thibault

Hip-yer-partner Sally Brown

Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour

All around the circle

And I tell you, boys, we had a time

At the Kelligrew's soiree, yip!