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A Newfie clock-winder, to Dublin he came,
Sylvester Snooks was the old Newfie's name;
And as he was makin' his way 'cross the Strand,
He played on his squeeze-box and his music was grand.
Ah, me, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay;
Too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay.
A woman came out in Fitzwilliam's Square,
She said her old clock was in need of repair;
She invited him in and, to her delight,
In less than five minutes sure he had her clock right.
Ah, me, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay;
Too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay.
They sat down together, takin' in stock,
When all of a sudden there came a loud knock; (knock...knock)
In came her husband, and oh what a shock,
To see the old Newfie wind up his wife's clock.
Ah, me, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay;
Too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay.
Oh, wife Marianne, wife Marianne,
Why did you take in such an innocent man;
To wind up the clock, and leave me on the shelf,
If yer old clock needs windin', sure I'll wind it meself.
Ah, me, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay;
Too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay.
Ah, me, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay;
Too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay.
Ah, me, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay;
Too-ra lum-ma lum-ma, too-ra lum-ma lum-ma,
Too-ra lie-ay, too-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-oo-ra-lie-ay.
