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Well, Georgie he could build a boat,
And he's the b'y could drive her;
And he's the b'y could catch the fish,
And take them home to Lizer.
I love to sit by the big hot stove,
And watch the kittle b'ilin';
Daddy will buy the baby a frock,
When the b'ys come home from swilin'.
Oh, Harbour Grace is a very nice place,
And so is the Bay of Islands;
So give three cheers for Carbonear,
When the b'ys come home from swilin'.
Oh, Uncle George he went to town,
To buy I some cotton;
If he don't bring home the flowery stuff,
Well, he needn't bring I nottin'.
Now we're bound for Carbonear, me b'ys,
With our bright colors flyin';
The girls will wear new sealskin pants,
When the b'ys come home from swilin'.
Oh, Harbour Grace is a very nice place,
And so is the Bay of Islands;
So give three cheers for Carbonear,
When the b'ys come home from swilin'.
Now, Billy was our captain bold,
And Georgie our commander;
But a great big sea washed over he,
And drowned the Newfoundlander.
We'll all go down to Mackety Bay,
And we'll stay for the winter;
We'll all sit down to a very good feed,
With mussels in the corner.
Oh, Harbour Grace is a very nice place,
And so is the Bay of Islands;
So give three cheers for Carbonear,
When the b'ys come home from swilin'.
