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

(chorus)
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders.
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below.
Until we see bottom inside of two sunkers.
Then straight through the channel to Toslow we'll go.

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

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

I went to a dance one night in Fox Harbour.
There were plenty of girls as nice as you'd wish.
There was one pretty maiden a-chawing on frankgum,
Just like a young kitten a-knawing fresh fish.

There's plump little Polly, her name is Goldsworthy.
There's John Coady's Kitty and Mary Tibbo.
There's Clara from Brule and young Martha Foley,
But the nicest of all is my girl from Toslow.

Farewell and adieu to ye fair ones of Valen,
Farewell and adieu to ye ones in the cove;
Now let ye be jolly, don't be melancholy;
For I can't marry all or in the chokey I'd be.

Farewell and adieu to you girls of Fox Harbour,
Oderin and Presque, Crabbes Hole and Brule.
I'm bound to the westward to the wall with the hole in,
For I can't marry all or in the chokey I'd be.

Farewell and adieu to ye girls of St. Kyran's.
Of Paradise and Presque, big and little Bona;
I'm bound unto Toslow to marry sweet Biddy,
And if I don't do so, I'm afraid of her da.

I've bought me a house from Katherine Davis,
A twenty-pound bed from Jimmy McGraw;
I'll get me a settle, a pot and a kettle;
And then I'll be ready for Biddy - hurrah!

*also know to some as "Rant and Roar". Written by W. H. Le Messurier in 1880's.

Row, row the rattlin' bog, the bog down in the valley - oh
A rare bog, a rattlin' bog a bog down in the valley - oh
Now in this bog there was a tree A rare tree, a rattlin' tree
A tree in the bog and the bog down in the valley - oh

(*Before each keep adding the latest item in the following order with tempo gaining speed.)
tree
limb
branch
twig
leaf
nest
egg
bird
wing
feather
flea
smile

In the merry month of June, from me home I started,
left the girls of Tuam, nearly broken hearted,
saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother,
drank a pint of beer, me grief and tears to smother.
then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born,
I cut the stoat like corn to banish ghosts and goblins,
in a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled over the bogs,
frightened all the dogs,
on the rocky road to Dublin, 1,2,3,4,5
hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin,
whacks fer al de da!

In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
started by daylight, Me spirts belight abd
there took a drop of the pure,
to keep me heart from sinking, that's the Paddys cure,
when Paddys on for drinking to see the lassies smile
laughing all the while at me curious style,
would set your heart a bubblin'
ask if I was hired, if wage that I required,
till I nearly tired
of the rocky road to Dublin, 1,2,3,4,5
hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin,
whacks fer al de da!

In Dublin next arrived, and thought it such a pity to be so soon deprived,
a view of that fine city,
well then I took a stroll, all amongst the quality,
me bundle it was stole,
in that neat locality,
something crossed me mind, then I looked behind,
no bundle I could find,upon me stick a wobblin.
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue,
wasn't much in vogue,
on the rocky road to Dublin, 1,2,3,4,5
hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin,
whacks fer al de da!

From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing,
captain at me roared, said no room had he,
So then I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy,
and down amongst the pigs, sang some hearty reels,
we danced some hearty jigs, the water round us bubblin',
then off to Hollyhead, I wished myself was dead,
or far off instead
on the rocky road to Dublin, 1,2,3,4,5
hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin,
whacks fer al de da!

The boys of Liverpool when we safely landed,
called meself a fool,
I could no longer stand it,
blood began to boil, me temper I was losing,
poor old Erin's isle,
they began abusing, horah joroh say I, left me Shelelagh fly,
some Galway boys were by and saw I was a hobblin',
with a loud hurray,they joined in the afray, quickly cleared the way
for the rocky road to Dublin, 1,2,3,4,5
hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, and all the way to Dublin,
whacks fer al de da!

Oh, there're sober men and plenty,
And drunkards barely twenty,
There are men of over ninety
That have never yet kissed a girl.
But give me a ramblin' rover,
Frae Orkney down to Dover.
We will roam the country over
And together we'll face the world.

There's many that feign enjoyment
From merciless employment,
Their ambition was this deployment
From the minute they left the school.
And they save and scrape and ponder
While the rest go out and squander,
See the world and rove and wander
And are happier as a rule.

I've roamed through all the nations
In delight of all creations,
And enjoyed a wee sensation
Where the company, it was kind.
And when barkin' was no pleasure,
I've drunk another measure
To the good friends that were treasure
For they always around were mine.

If you're bent wi' arthiritis,
Your bowels have got Colitis,
You're gallopin' with balacitis
And you're thinkin' it's time you died,
If you been a man o' action,
Though you're lying there in traction,
You will get some satisfaction
Thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried."

There were three young gypsies came to our hall door,
They came brave and boldly O
And there's one sang high and the other sang low
And the Lady's seen the raggle-taggle gypsy O

It was upstairs and downstairs the Lady went
Put on her suit of leather, O
It was the cry all around her door
She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy O

It was late last night that the lord came in,
Inquiring for his a-lady O
The serving girls replied to him all
She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy O

O then saddle for me me milk-white steed
Me big horse is not speedy O
I will ride and I'll seek my bride
She's away with the raggle-taggle gypsy O.

O then he rode east, and he rode west
He rode north and south also
But when he rode to the wide open field
It was there that he spied his a-lady O

O then why do you leave your house and your land?
Why do you leave you money, O?
And why do you leave your only only-wedded lord
All for a raggle-taggle gypsy O?

What do I care for me house and me land?
What do I care for money,O?
And what do I care for me only-wedded lord
I'm away with the raggle-taggle gypsy O!

Well it was there last night you'd a goosefeather bed
With blankets drawn so comely, O
Tonight you'll lie in a wide open field
In the arms of your raggle-taggle gypsy, O

What do I care for a goose-feather bed
With blankets drawn so comely, O?
Tonight I'll lie in a wide open field
In the arms of me raggle-taggle gypsy, O

Often you rode east when I rode west
You rode high when I rode low
I'd rather have a kiss of the yellow gypsy's lips
Than all of the cashier's money, O