MUSSELS IN THE CORNER
'Deed I am in love with you,
Out all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I am in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.
All the people on Belle Isle
Don't get up 'til half past nine;
Lights their fire with kerosene oil,
Wabana you're a corker.
Ask a bayman for a smoke,
He will say his pipe is broke;
Ask a bayman for a chew,
He will bite it off for you.
When your eyeballs they get loose,
Hark I think I hears the Bruce,
Harbour Grace and Carbonear,
Oh lord heavens, take I dere.
Here they are as thick as flies,
Dirty shirts and dirty ties,
Dirty rings around their eyes,
Dirty old Torbay men.
There they are as wild as goats,
Baymen in their little boats,
Women in their petticoats,
Bound for Petty Harbour.