chorus we ll rant and we ll roar like true newfoundlanders we ll rant and we ll roar on deck and below until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers when straight through the channel to toslow we ll go i m a son of a sea cook i m a cook and a trader i can dance i can sing i can reef the main boom i can handle a jigger i cuts a fine figure whenever i gets in a boat s standing room chorus farewell and adieu to ye young maids of valen oderin and presque fox hole and bruley i m bound for the westward to the wall with the hole in i can t marry all or it s yokey i ll be chorus x 2