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The Great Lobster Boil (Lem Snow)

There's young folks and hoary involved in this story,
The title of which is The Great Lobster Boil,
This tale of great slaughter in boiling hot water
Of lobster that came from the Straits of Belle Isle.

By car, truck and flivver, en route from Trout River,
Their lobsters arrived here one evening in May,
At a lakeside location near the great hydro station,
Where all was made ready to boil them that day.

Folks came from the high roads,
they came from the by-roads,
They came with a smirk and they came with a smile;
Young men with their ladies and women with babies,
All rushed to the scene of the great lobster boil.

As we were toiling with lobster pots boiling,
The freshly cooked lobster we stacked in a pile,
By sniffing and smelling the fragrance compelling,
Folks came on parade to the great lobster boil.

There were big ones and small ones,
wide, fat, short and tall ones,
One man who'd ne'er seen a lobster before;
He thought they were pliers all tied up with wires,
As used by the linesmen who travel this shore.

There were tellers and nurses
with handbags and purses,
All daintily dressed as you well may suppose,
With flashy regalia, with paraphernalia,
Including white tissues for wiping the nose.

They were sucking and slurping
like little birds chirping,
The last tasty morsel was well worth the while;
Well, paste from those creatures
bespattered their features,
None gave a hoot at the great lobster boil.

There came an old codger, an out-of-town lodger,
He said, "All my life I've been tilling the soil;
I've never been fishing but long I've been wishing,
To get a good meal at a great lobster boil."

He purchased a dozen for him and his cousin,
And sat down nearby with a satisfied smile;
While shells were a-cracking
their lips were a-smacking,
Enjoying the feast at the great lobster boil.

There were babies a-crying and lobster shells flying,
As sham battles raged on the shell-littered soil,
Bespattered and smelling, we still kept on selling,
The lobster we cooked at the great lobster boil.

There were maidens and urchins
and white headed merchants,
All clamoring for lobster, oh, what a turmoil,
When two pretty fillies got cramps in their bellies,
And ran for relief from the great lobster boil.

So this ends my story of work, fun, and glory,
The title of which is... The Great Lobster Boil,
This tale of great slaughter in boiling hot water
Of lobster that came from the Straits of Belle Isle.

####.... Written in 1983 by Lemuel (Lem) Bertram Snow [1903-1986] of Campbellton, Notre Dame Bay and Deer Lake, NL (The Great Lobster Boil, trk#1, 1983, Pigeon Inlet Productions, St John's, NL) ....####
This variant was recorded by Kelly Russell (Favourite Newfoundland Folk Music, trk#5, 1986, Pigeon Inlet Productions, St John's, NL).

From AudioEnglish.net:
Hoary - showing characteristics of age, especially having grey or white hair.



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