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'Deed I is in love with you,
Up all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I is in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.
Ask a bayman for a smoke,
He will say my pipe is broke;
Ask a bayman for a chew,
He will bite it off for you.
'Deed I is in love with you,
Up all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I is in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.
Dirty shirts and dirty ties,
Dirty rings around their eyes;
Can't get up in the morning, boys,
The sleepy Newfoundlanders.
'Deed I is in love with you,
Up all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I is in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.
Here they are as white as ghosts,
Baymen in their little boats;
Women in their petticoats,
Down in Petty Harbour.
'Deed I is in love with you,
Up all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I is in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.
I took Liza to the ball,
Liza couldn't dance at all;
I beat her head against the wall,
Mussels in the corner.
'Deed I is in love with you,
Up all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I is in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.
All the people in Belle Isle,
Don't get up till half past nine;
Wash their face in kerosene oil,
Polly, you're a corker!
'Deed I is in love with you,
Up all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I is in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.
Elsie Murray, she's so fine,
Don't get up till half past nine;
Won't get up to feed the swine,
Dirty Elsie Murray.
'Deed I is in love with you,
Up all night in the foggy dew;
'Deed I is in love with you,
Mussels in the corner.