We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders.
We'll rant and we'll roar and let ev'ry Cat know!
That I'm off to D.C. for to marry sweet Carol,
We'll rant and we'll roar til my wedding I go!

We got a punchin of moonshine from old skipper Eric
He made it in Greenspond and sent it up here.
We got whiskey and wines from the "Feller from Fortune",
He Got it Tax free from the Isle of St Pierre!

Fair well and adieu to the girls of the catwalk
To all you young strippers from here to Quebec
I don't want a lapdance now that I've got my lady
I don't want to see you so don't sit on my leg

So pick up your accord-yon, and you'll serenade us.
Play us a song my fine little maid!
It ain't fair to say that I don't like a squeeze box.
Its all on according to how it is played!