Bay Bulls Fishermen letra

Good people give me your attention,
And a short song I'll sing unto you;
About all our bay bulls fishermen,
And about all the queer things they do.

There's gordon o'driscoll and junior,
They're eatin' their fish and fat pork;
But the man who knows where all the things go,
Is vinnie the boy from new york.

They're haulin' and pullin' and jiggin',
Their hand lines and cod traps and trawls;
Haulin' and pullin' and jiggin' fish,
From the springtime right up till the fall.

There's billy and dougie and gordie,
And harry and gannon, their kids;
They're waving their hands to the folks on the land,
They're the bunkers who live on the fish.

The rookies don't talk to each other,
Al lives up in irishtown;
Gerard lives away down in placentia bay,
Charles baits the fish, anson baits cod.

They're haulin' and pullin' and jiggin',
Their hand lines and cod traps and trawls;
Haulin' and pullin' and jiggin' fish,
From the springtime right up till the fall.

There's harry and chris down the harbour,
And kenny and lestony drew;
And gene and ray are startin' their day,
Every morning at quarter past two.

There's gerald and johnny mulcahy,
The odd couple that's what they're called;
Gerald he steers and johnny drinks beers,
That's all then, that's all then, that's all.

They're haulin' and pullin' and jiggin',
Their hand lines and cod traps and trawls;
Haulin' and pullin' and jiggin' fish,
From the springtime right up till the fall.

There's cyril and tandem mulcahy,
And tom ryan's and kellin's tall tales;
And patty o'dea is stampin' away,
And the tourists are out watching whales.

Some fishermen in our harbour,
Don't fish with a hook nor a line;
But they're haulin' them in with a song and a grin,
The gatheralls and the o'briens.

They're haulin' and pullin' and jiggin',
Their hand lines and cod traps and trawls;
Haulin' and pullin' and jiggin' fish,
From the springtime right up till the fall.

So, here's to the boys in our harbour,
We're raising our glasses to you;
We hope and we pray that every day,
Will be a good one for you.

They're haulin' and pullin' and jiggin',
Their hand lines and cod traps and trawls;
Haulin' and pullin' and jiggin' fish,
From the springtime right up till the fall.

Gary O'Driscoll - Letras

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• Dear Old Bay Bulls Town
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