Lyrics:

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers,
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

My name it is Robert, they call me Bob Pittman;
I sail in the Ino with Skipper Tim Brown.
L'm bound to have Dolly or Biddy or Molly
As soon as l'm able to plank the cash down.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers,
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers,
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers,
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

L'm a son of a sea-cook, and a cook in a trader;
I can dance, I can sing, I can reef the main-boom;
I can handle a jigger, and cuts a big figure
Whenever I gets in a boat's standing room.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers,
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

If the voyage is good, then this fall I will do it;
I wants two pound ten for a ring and the priest,
A couple o' dollars for clean shirt and collars,
And a handful o' coppers to make up a feast.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers,
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.

We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders,
We'Il rant and we'll roar on deck and below
Until we see bottom inside the two sunkers,
When straight through the Channel to Toslow we'll go.