| My name it is Robert they call me Bob Pittman; | |
| I sail in the 'Ino' with Skipper Tim Brown. | |
| I'm bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly | |
| As soon as I'm able to plank the cash down. | |
| Chorus: | |
| We'll rant and we'll roar like true New-found-lan-ders, | |
| We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and be-low, | |
| Un-til we see bot-tom in-side the two sunk-ers, | |
| When straight through the Chan-nel to Tos-low we'll go. | |
| I'm the son of a sea-cook, and a cook in a trader; | |
| I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the main-boom; | |
| I can handle a jigger, and cuts a big(fine) figure | |
| Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room. | |
| If the voyage is good, then this fall I will do it; | |
| I wants two pound ten for a ring and the priest, | |
| A couple o' dollars for clean shirt and collars, | |
| And a handful o' coppers to make up a feast.- | |
| There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy; | |
| There's John Coady's Kitty, and Mary Tibbo; | |
| There's Clara from Bruley, and young Martha Foley, | |
| But the nicest of all is my girl in Toslow. | |
| Farewell and adieu to ye fair ones of Valen, | |
| Farewell and adieu to ye girls in the Cove; | |
| I'm bound to the westward, to the wall with the hole in, | |
| I'll take her from Toslow the wild world to rove. | |
| Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St Kyran's, | |
| Of paradise and Presque, Big and Little Bona, | |
| I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy, | |
| And if I don't do so, I'm afraid of her da.- | |
| I've bought me a house from Katherine Davis, | |
| A twenty-pound bed from Jimmy McGrath; | |
| I'll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle; | |
| Then I'll be ready for Biddy - hurrah! | |
| I bought in the 'Ino' this spring from the city | |
| Some rings and gold brooches for the girls in the Bay; | |
| I bought me a case-pipe - they call it a meerschaum - | |
| It melted like butter upon a hot day. | |
| I went to a dance one night at Fox Harbour; | |
| There were plenty of girls, so nice as you'd wish; | |
| There was one pretty maiden a-chawing of frankgum, | |
| Just like a young kitten a-gnawing fresh fish. | |
| Then here is a health to the girls of Fox Harbour, | |
| Of Oderin and Presque, Crabbes Hole and Bruley. | |
| Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy; | |
| I can't marry all, or in chokey I'd be. | |