The Ryans and the Pittmans

THE RYANS AND THE PITTMANS

Chorus:

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders[3]

We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below

Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers[4]

When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman

I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tom Brown

I'm bound to have Polly or Biddy or Molly

As soon as I'm able to plank the cash down.

I'm a son of a sea cook, and a cook in a trader[5]

I can dance, I can sing, I can reef[6] the mainboom,[7]

I can handle a jigger,[8] and cuts a fine figure

Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room.[9]

If the voyage is good, this fall I will do it

I wants two pounds ten[10] for a ring and the priest

A couple of dollars for clean shirts and collars

And a handful of 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 Brule and young Martha Foley

But the nicest of all is me girl from Toslow.

Farewell and adieu to ye girls of Valen

Farewell and adieu to ye girls in the Cove

I'm bound to the westward, to the wall with the hole in[11]

I'll take her from Toslow the wide world to rove.

Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kryan's

Of Paradise and Presque, Big and Little Bona[12]

I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy

And if I don't do so I'm afraid of her da'.[13]

I've bought me a house from Katherine Davis

A twenty pound bed from Jimmy McGrath[14]

I'll get me a settle,[15] a pot and a kettle

And then I'll be ready for Biddy, hurrah!

O, I brought 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[16] —- they call it a meerschaum —-

It melted like butter upon a hot day.[17]

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-chewin' of frankgum[18]

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[19] and Brule

Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy

I can't marry all or in chokey[20] I'd be.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders

We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below

Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers

When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

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