Feller From Fortune

Oh, there's lots of fish in Bonavist' Harbour,
Lots of fish right in around here.
Boys and girls are fishin' together,
Forty-five from Carbonear.

Chorus;  Oh, catch a-hold this one, catch a-hold that one,
Swing around this one, dance around she.
Catch a-hold this one, catch a-hold that one,
Diddle-dum this one, diddle-dum dee.

Oh, Sally goes to church every Sunday,
Not to sing nor for to hear;
But to see the Feller From Fortune,
What was down here fishin' last year.

Oh, Uncle George got up in the mornin',
And he ripped the seat right out of his britches;
Now he's got ne'er pair to wear.

Oh, Sally is the pride of Cat Harbour.
She ain't been swung since 'way last year,
Drinkin' rum and wine and cassie
What the boys brought home from St. Pierre.

Oh, Sally got a bouncin' new baby,
Father said that he didn't care;
Because he liked the Feller From Fortune,
What was down here fishin' last year