Come all you young fellows that follow the sea,
Bring your ship to an anchor, come listen to me,
I'll sing you a ditty 'twill cause you to smile,
A comical ditty was made in the fall.
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
Our captain came on deck and the word was: "Make sail!"
The wind from the nor'ward it blew a smart gale.
We quickly weighed anchors and outward did stand,
Soon lost sight of Sydney, our own native land.
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
About one o'clock when the wind it did howl
Around Scatarie the old Liza did crawl;
We jibed o'er our main boom and ran by the wind,
We passed Main-à-Dieu and we didn't call in.
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
We went up Louisburg Harbour, ashore we did go,
Plenty girls was there but a few did we know.
But now we're in Halifax, smoke, steam, and starm,
We'll go to Missus Hones' and think it no harm.
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
There's old Grandad Hones in the doorway do stand,
He tells us long tales about Newfoundland,
He tells us long tales about the wild shore,
And the money he made down on the Labrador.
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
The girls they come in with a laugh and a smile,
Their hair all in ringlets, dressed up in great style.
"You're welcome home, sailors, you're welcome on shore,
For we found the time long since we saw ye before."
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
There's old Grandma Hones with a pain in her leg,
A cramp 'cross her stomach, goin' off to her bed.
She leaves us all night with her daughters to sport,
And it's on her old sofa, good Lord, didn't we court!
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
When early the next morning the long wharf we'll spy,
The long wharf we'll spy where the old Liza do lie.
We'll jump on the deck with a laugh and surprise,
And the captain'll say, "Damn ye! who's making that n'ise?"
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.
So now it's the fall we'll go look for our pipes,
Fresh beef and cold mutton to blow out our tripes.
We have a good skipper, we are very proud,
God bless the old Liza and Captain McLeod!
And sing fall the diddle lee, fall the darrel oh day.