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Squid Jiggin' Ground
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Tom Nemec
Tom Nemec
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Arthur Scammell
Arthur Scammell
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Lyrics

Oh, this is the place where the fishermen gather Oil-skins and boots and Cape Anns battened down All sizes and figures with squid lines and jiggers They congregate here on the squid jiggin' ground Some are workin' their jiggers while others are yarnin' There's some standin' up and there's more lyin' down While all kinds of fun, jokes and tricks are begun As they wait for the squid on the squid jiggin' ground There's men of all ages and boys in the bargain There's old Billy Cave and there's young Raymond Brown Right yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby They were jawin' hard tack on the squid jiggin' ground There's men from the harbour and men from the tickle In all kinds of motorboats, green, grey and brown There's a red-headed Tory out here in the dory Runnin' down Squires on the squid jiggin' ground The man with the whiskers is old Jacob Steele He's gettin' well up, but he's still pretty sound While Uncle Bob Hawkins wears three pairs of stockin's Whenever he's out on the squid jiggin' ground God bless me sou'wester, here's Skipper John Chaffey He's the best man at squid jiggin' here, I'll be bound Hello! What's the row? Why, he's jiggin' one now The very first squid on the squid jiggin' ground There's poor Uncle Billy, his whiskers are spattered With spots of the squid juice that's flyin' around One poor little boy got it right in the eye But they don't give a hang on the squid jiggin' ground Holy smoke! What a bustle, all hands are excited It's a wonder to me that there's nobody drowned There's a bustle, confusion, a wonderful hustle They're all jiggin' squid on the squid jiggin' ground Says Bobby, "The squid are on top of the water Just got me jigger 'bout one fathom down" When a squid in the boat squirted right down his throat And he's swearin' like mad on the squid jiggin' ground Now if ever you feel inclined to go squiddin' Leave your white shirt and collars behind in the town And if you get cranky without yer silk hanky You'd better steer clear of the squid jiggin' ground
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