Goin' Up With Brudder

I went out to haul me trawl,
All I got was nothing at all;
I'm packing it up and I'm moving out,
I'm going to McMurray.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.

I'll say good-bye to all me friends,
With hopes that I'll be back again;
There's nothing more I can do,
I'm goin' up with me brudder.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.

The land they say is awfully cold,
Seven months of blowing snow;
I'll stick it out and make it though,
While I am young and able.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.

The land they say is awfully cold,
Seven months of blowing snow;
I'll stick it out and make it though,
While I am young and able.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.

They say that I'll be diggin sand,
Squeezing all the frozen land;
'Tis not the same as taking oil,
From livers of a cod.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.

You ask me how I'll spend me time,
Work all day and stay in line;
I'll eat and sleep and roll me smokes,
And do it all again, boys.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.

I'll punch me time for twenty years,
And I'll break out and shout some cheers;
Goin' home to Newfoundland,
To spend me hard earned money.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.

I went out to haul me trawl,
All I got was nothing at all;
I'm packing it up and I'm moving out,
I'm going to McMurray.

Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Da di diddle die dum dea da da;
Da di diddle die dum dea da da,
Dum dea diddle dea day.