Come all ye good people and listen to me,
A short simple ditty I'll sing unto ye;
A short simple ditty that's lately in print,
Concerning one summer in Bonay I spent.
'Twas late up in May, the time being advanced,
No railroad was open to give us a chance;
The Government's upset, no employment at all,
We shipped down in Bonay, the wages being small.
On the thirteenth of May we arrived at Bonay,
We went in the river the very next day;
'Twas Banbary River where we were consigned,
We had one boat for wood and another for rhind.
That job being over, the fishing began,
We had some fine boats and a fine crew of men;
To make up our wages we all were inclined,
Two boats and three cod seines, our hooks and our lines.
Now, the girls in our island have nothing to say,
We had them from Bryant's Cove and right 'round the bay;
We had them from Pouch Cove, St. John's, Salmonier,
And I wonder to heaven what brought them all here.
For the boys on the island have nothing to do,
They wear paper collars, likewise polished shoes;
You'd swear they belonged unto some noble race,
When they go out on Sunday their damsels to face.
To tell all their names it would cause you to smile,
We had Ham, Shem and Japhet, belonged to Belle Isle;
We had three from Brigus, the flower of the flock,
And Bertha from Topsail with her cotton frock.
I'll say nothing more till the voyage is all spent,
I'll go to St. John's and I'll put it in print;
I'll put it in print what I lately composed,
The girls in our island can't mend their own clothes.
Now, as for John Penney, he is a smart chap,Gerald S. Doyle noted:
And as for Lucy Heffers, I'm sure he won't get;
He don't give a darn, he is always in time,
To take Lizzie Seaward to bring it in rhyme.