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Oh, we sailed away at the break of day,
To pull traps in oilskin trousers;
On the Susie Jack but tonite we're back,
Wit' a t'ousand pounds a lobsters.
Oh, Shanty Town we're gonna tear ya down,
We got the money comin' out o' me stockin's;
Tonite I'm due to bushwack Sue,
And take 'er to da Gumboot Clogeroo.
And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin',
Do a little gumboot cloggin',
Do a little gumboot cloggin'.
There's fish an' brewis and a cold hog stew,
And a boeee-owl of clam chowder;
Just see me reach for dat Newfie Screech,
When they diddle up the fiddle jig louder.
Hear the French girls sing and da geetars ring,
And the squeeze box squeekity squawkin';
Me and my Sue gonna whoop-de-do,
Take 'er to da Gumboot Clogeroo.
And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin',
Do a little gumboot cloggin',
Do a little gumboot cloggin'.
Take 'er to da Gumboot Clogeroo.
And we'll do a little gumboot cloggin',
Do a little gumboot cloggin',
Do a little gumboot cloggin',
Do a little gumboot cloggin'.
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From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Brewis - sea-biscuit or 'hard tack' soaked in water and then boiled; such a dish cooked with salt cod and fat pork.