X: 1
T: Ryans And The Pittmans
M: 6/8
L: 1/8
R: jig
K: Gmaj
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W:Chorus:
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W:We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
W:We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below,
W:Until we strike bottom inside the two sunkers,
W:When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.
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W:My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman.
W:I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tom Brown.
W:I'm bound to have Polly or Biddy or Molly,
W:As soon as I'm able to plank the cash down.
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W:I'm a son of a sea-cook, and a cook in a trader,
W:I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the mainboom;
W:I can handle a jigger, and cuts a fine figure,
W:Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room.
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W:If the voyage is good then this fall I will do it,
W:I wants two pound ten for a ring and the priest,
W:A couple o' dollars for clean shirts and collars,
W:And a handful o'coppers to make up a feast.
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W:There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy,
W:There's John Coady's Kitty, and Mary Tibbo;
W:There's Clara from Bruley, and young Martha Foley,
W:But the nicest of all is my girl in Toslow.
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W:Farewell and adieu to ye fair ones of Valen,
W:Farewell and adieu to ye girls in the cove;
W:I'm bound for the Westward, to the wall with the hole in,
W:I'll take her from Toslow the wide world to rove.
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W:Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kyran's,
W:Of Paradise and Presque, Big and Little Bona,
W:I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy,
W:And if I don't do so, I'm afraid of her da.
W:
W:I've bought me a house from Katherine Davis,
W:A twenty-pound bed from Jimmy McGrath;
W:I'll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle,
W:Then I'll be ready for Biddy -- Hurrah!
W:
W:I brought in the Ino this spring from the city,
W:Some rings and gold brooches for the girls in the bay;
W:I brought me a case-pipe -- they call it a Meerschaum,
W:It melted like butter upon a hot day.
W:
W:I went to a dance one night in Fox Harbour,
W:There were plenty of girls, so nice as you wish;
W:There was one pretty maiden a-chawing of frankgum,
W:Just like a young kitten a-gnawnig fresh fish.
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W:Then here is a health to the girls of Fox Harbour,
W:Of Oderin and Presque, Crabbe's Hole and Bruley;
W:Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy,
W:I can't marry all, or in chokey I'd be.