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Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather,
In oilskins and boots and Cape Anns battened down;
All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers,
They congregate here on the squid-jiggin' ground.
Some are working their jiggers while others are yarnin',
There's some standing up and there's more lyin' down;
While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun,
As they wait for the squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.
There's men of all ages and boys in the bargain,
There's old Billy Cave and there's young Raymond Brown;
There's a red headed Tory out here in a dory,
A-runnin' down Squires on the squid-jiggin' ground.
There's men from the Harbour, there's men from the Tickle,
In all kinds of motorboats, green, grey and brown;
Right yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby,
He's a-chawin' hardtack on the squid-jiggin' ground.
God bless my sou'wester, there's Skipper John Chaffey,
He's the best hand at squid jiggin' here, I'll be bound;
Hello, what's the rough? Why he's jiggin' one now,
The very first squid on the squid-jiggin' ground.
The man with the whisker is old Jacob Steele,
He's getting well up but he's still pretty sound;
While Uncle Bob Hawkins wears six pairs of stockings,
Whenever he's out on the squid-jiggin' ground.
Holy smoke! What a scuffle, all hands are excited,
'Tis a wonder to me that there's nobody drowned;
There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hustle,
They're all jiggin' squids on the squid-jiggin' ground.
Says Bobby, "The squids are on top of the water,
I just got me jiggers 'bout one fathom down."
But a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat,
And he's swearing like mad on the squid-jiggin' ground.
There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are spattered,
With spots of the squid juice that's flyin' around;
One poor little boy got it right in in his eye,
But they don't give a darn on the squid-jiggin' ground.
Now, if ever you feel inclined to go squiddin',
Leave your white shirts and collars behind in the town;
And if you get cranky without your silk hanky,
You better steer clear of the squid-jiggin' ground.
(As recorded by Schooner Fare)
(Capo 2nd fret)
Intro: [A] [D] [E] [A]
Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather,
In [D] oilskins and [A] boots and Cape [E] Anns battened [D] down;
All sizes of figures with [A] squid lines and jiggers,
They congregate here on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
Some are working their jiggers while others are yarnin',
There's [D] some standing [A] up and there's [E] more lyin' [D] down;
While all kinds of fun, jokes and [A] tricks are begun,
As they wait for the squid on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
There's men of all ages and boys in the bargain,
There's [D] old Billy [A] Cave and there's [E] young Raymond [D] Brown;
There's a red haired Tory out [A] here in a dory,
A-running down Squires on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
There's men from the Harbour, there's men from the Tickle,
In [D] all kinds of [A] motorboats, [E] green, grey and [D] brown;
Right yonder is Bobby and [A] with him is Nobby,
He's a-chawin' hardtack on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
God bless my sou'wester, there's Skipper John Chaffey,
He's the [D] best hand at [A] squid jiggin' [E] here, I'll be [D] bound;
Hello, what's the rough? Why he's [A] jiggin' one now,
The very first squid on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
The man with the whisker is old Jacob Steele,
He's [D] getting well [A] up but he's [E] still pretty [D] sound;
While Uncle Bob Hawkins wears [A] six pairs of stockings,
Whenever he's out on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
Holy smoke! What a scuffle, all hands are excited,
'Tis a [D] wonder to [A] me that there's [E] nobody [D] drowned;
There's a bustle, confusion, a [A] wonderful hustle,
They're all jiggin squids on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
Says Bobby, "The squids are on top of the water,
I [D] just got me [A] jiggers 'bout [E] one fathom [D] down."
But a squid in the boat squirted [A] right down his throat,
And he's swearing like mad on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are spattered,
With [D] spots of the [A] squid juice that's [E] flyin' [D] around;
One poor little boy got it [A] right in his eye,
But they don't give a darn on the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
Now, if ever you feel inclined to go squiddin',
Leave your [D] white shirts and [A] collars be- [E] hind in the [D] town;
And if you get cranky with- [A] out your silk hanky,
You better steer clear of the [E] squid-jiggin' [A] ground.
~ Chords contributed by Bob Dumais ~
