Oh, Bill roved out in the morning,
Just at the break of day;
He said he was sure of his bait-tub of squid,
Up here in Hiscock Bay.
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
Bill rose up one morning,
He was so mighty large;
He went up to George Pippy's door,
Saying, "Patience, where is Garge?"
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
Patience she jumped out of bed,
She looked just like a hound;
'Twas up to the gate both she and Bill,
All in her morning gown.
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
Oh, George was comin' 'round the cliff,
When he met Tom coming in;
The very first words Tom said to George,
"You don't know what I've seen."
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
George he got so mighty vexed,
He didn't know what to take;
He went down on Bill Wiseman's room,
And tore down his sand-flake.
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
Tom and Ethel heard the crash,
And they went out for to see;
Tom hitched his toes in Ethel's nose,
And over the hill go he.
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
Liza she was sick one morn,
She had a sore throat;
She went out to feed the hens,
While Tom he milked the goat.
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
As Liza went up Rattle Hill,
The wind blew mighty high;
It blew away her Advocate,
Before Judge Pippy got nigh.
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.
And now my song is ended,
I have no more to say;
It was all about Bill Wiseman,
Jiggin' for squids on Hiscock Bay.
And saying tie diddle die, diddle die, diddle die,
And saying tie diddle die, diddle day,
Itchy kitchy coo, kitchy coo, it'll do,
Kitchy coo iddle diddle die day.