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I am a long the shore man, I'm going to sing my song,
I want you all to understand how we do get along;
We set out all our seal nets before the fur is prime,
The skin that we don't use for boots we turn to sealskin line.
We harness up our dogs, that's the way we get around;
We always have them fattened up for when we go in town.
We harness up our dogs and we go to all our traps;
We're always looking for a fox and nothing strange as cat.
We do not get no martins here, the woods it is so scarce;
Every long the shore man has a dollar in his purse.
Don't take a girl from in the town, they dresses up so fine;
Take a girl from long the shore - can cut your sealskin line.
Don't take a girl from up the bay, don't take them by their looks;
Take a girl from down the bay - can make your sealskin boots.
Nath White he challenged Jim, the biggest challenge yet;
But Jimmy Gear he didn't know until his second trip.
And when his second trip was up, he done it mighty quick;
He had a jolly good old time on his dogs and komatik.
Here comes a man from Gillard's Bight, and boys don't he look warm;
He got his sealskin cossacks on - he calls his uniform.
He got his sealskin cossacks on, his pants and mitts and boots;
He got the proper rigout on - what he has for after chooks.
They asked him would he sell the suit - he said the price was high;
For he chanced his life out on the ice to get the seal or die.
I am a long the shore man, I'm going to sing my song,
I want you all to understand how we do get along;
We set out all our seal nets before the fur is prime,
The skin that we don't use for boots we turn to sealskin line.
