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MY OLD RAGADO

I am a Newfoundlander, Michael Carter is my name,
I was born in Grey Islands, a fisherman by fame;
Born in the morning, twenty minutes after two,
With my hands in the pockets of my old Ragado.

Now, at the age of thirteen a-fishing I began,
I longed for a trade and I longed to be a man;
My youth it soon exhausted and a man I quickly grew,
With my hands in the pockets of my old Ragado.

Now, at the age of thirty I'll tell you it's no shame,
I courted a pretty maiden, Susie Laden was her name;
Now Susie said she loved me and I love Susie, too,
With my hands in the pockets of my old Ragado.

She was witty, she was pretty,
She was handsome, she was wise;
She had the best of all good nature,
You could see it in her eyes.
I made up my mind to leave her, so I bid goodbye to Sue,
With my hands in the pockets of my old Ragado.

Says I, my pretty Susie, I have something else to say,
Do not think me so unworthy for to leave you in this way;
For to lead you to the altar is more than I can do,
With my hands in the pockets of my old Ragado.

Oh no, says pretty Susie, I'm not a bit put out about that,
I knew the time would come when you'd turn me down right flat;
There's lots of men in Newfoundland just as good as you,
With your hands in the pockets of your old Ragado.

I buttoned up my overcoat, put on my old black hat,
And thought myself quite lucky to get off so fine as that;
With the heel of my hand I wiped my mouth, I bid goodbye to Sue,
With my hands in the pockets of my old Ragado.

Now that I am married and settled down in life,
With a cozy little cottage and a handsome little wife;
I often think upon the days when I was courting Sue,
With my hands in the pockets of my old Ragado.