Misc Traditional – Rubber Boots On (Guitar)

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I’m a hearty old sailor from Newfoundland shore

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I fished for me living on the wild Labrador

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Now the fishins all over, me work is all done

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And I’m goin out tonight with me rubber boots on

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So I ate up me supper and I shaved off me beard

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For a courten indeed I was highly prepared

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With days work all over and the night comin on

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I remember that night with me rubber boots on

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So I knocked on her door and me knock it was low

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And out of her slumber me knock she did know

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She came to the door and said is that ya Tom

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Well it is love said I with me rubber boots on

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She opened the door and invited me in

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And up to her bedroom she invited me in

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She jumped on the bed with the blankets rolled up

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And I hopped in beside her with me rubber boots on

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Well daylight next morning with the sun and the sky

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I turned to me true love to say… good bye

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She said don’t you leave me, don’t you know youv’e done wrong By’e, 

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you slept here all night with your rubber boots on

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I turned to me true love with a wink and a smile

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Say nothing could happen in such a short while

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Whatever I did love, I did it for fun

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And I hopped out of bed with me rubber boots on

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It’ll be 9 months later, I was summons to court

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10 shillings a week, I was fine for me sport

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10 shillings a week from a fisherman’s son

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I regretted that night with me rubber boots on

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Well now I’m back fishin, I’m happy for sure

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I’ll make them 10 shillings on the wild Labrador

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And when he gets bigger I’ll take’long me son

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and he’ll catch the cod fish with his rubber boots on

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Yes he’ll catch da cod fish with his rubber boots on