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T:Squid Jiggin' Ground
S:Trad. Nfld. - FF Version
S:Lyrics A. R. Scammell, Copyright 1944
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w:Oh..._ this is the place where the fish-er-men ga-ther With oil-skins and boots and Cape 
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w:Anns bat-tened down, All siz-es of fig-ures with squid lines and jig-gers They 
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w:con-gre-gate here on the squid-jig-gin' ground.
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W:Squid Jiggin' Ground
W:
W:Oh... this is the place where the fishermen gather
W:With oil-skins and boots and Cape Anns battened down
W:All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers
W:They congregate here on the squid-jiggin' ground.
W:
W:Some are workin' their jiggers while others are yarnin'
W:There's some standin' up and there's more lyin' down
W:While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun
W:As they wait for the squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.
W:
W:There's men of all ages and boys in the bargain
W:There's old Billy Cave and there's young Raymond Brown
W:There's a red rantin' Tory out here in the dory
W:A-runnin' down squires on the squid-jiggin' ground.
W:
W:There's men from the Harbour and men from the Tickle
W:In all kinds of motorboats... green, grey and brown
W:Right yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby
W:He's chewin' hard tack on the squid-jiggin' ground.
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W:God bless my sou'wester, there's Skipper John Chaffey
W:He's the best hand at squid-jiggin' here, I'll be bound
W:Hello! What's the row? Why, he's jiggin' one now
W:The very first squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.
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W:The man with the whiskers is old Jacob Steele
W:He's gettin' well up but he's still pretty sound
W:While Uncle Bob Hawkins wears six pairs of stockin's
W:Whenever he's out on the squid-jiggin' ground.
W:
W:Holy smoke! What a scuffle! All hands are excited
W:'Tis a wonder to me that there's nobody drowned
W:There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hustle
W:They're all jiggin' squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.
W:
W:Says Bobby, "The squids are on top of the water,
W:I just got me jigger 'bout one fathom down"
W:When a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat
W:And he's swearin' like mad on the squid-jiggin' ground.
W:
W:There's poor Uncle Bille, his whiskers are spattered
W:With spots of the squid juice thats' flyin' around;
W:One poor little b'y got it right in the eye
W:But they don't give a damn on the squid-jiggin' ground.
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W:Now if ever you feel inclined to go squiddin'
W:Leave your white shirts and collars behind in the town
W:And if you get cranky without yer silk hanky
W:You'd better steer clear of the squid-jiggin' ground.
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W:Lyrics A. R. Scammell, Copyright 1944