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