Luyện nghe bài hát Squid Jiggin' Ground

Words & by Arthur R. Scammell
by Hank Snow

Oh this is the place the fishermen gather
Oil-skins and boots and the Cape batten down;
All sizes of figures squid lines and jiggers,
They congregate here on the Squid Ground.

Some are workin' their jiggers, others are yarnin',
There's some standin' up and there's more down;
While all kinds of fun, and drinks are begun,
As they wait for the squid on the Jiggin' Ground.

There's men of all and boys in the bargain,
There's old Billy Cave and there's young Raymond
Rip, Red and Gory out here in the dory,
A runnin' down on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.

There's men from the harbor, men from the tickle,
And all kinds of motor-boats, green, gray and
yonder is Bobby and with him is Nobby,
He's chawin' tack on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.

God bless my soul, to, there's Skipper John Champy,
He's the best hand at jiggin' here, I'll be bound;
Hello, the row? Why he's jiggin' one now,
The very first on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.

The man with the is old Jacob Steele,
He's gettin' well on, but he's pretty sound;
While Uncle Bob Hockins six pairs of stockin's
Whenever out on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.

Smoke! What a scuffle! All hands are excited,
It's a to me that there's nobody drowned;
a bustle, confusion, the wonderful hustle,
They're all jiggin' squid on the Jiggin' Ground.

Says Barney, "The are on top of the water,
I just felt me jiggers jig five fathoms
But a squid in the boat squirted right his throat,
Now he's swearin'like mad on the Squid Ground.

There's poor Louie, his whiskers are spattered
With spots of the squid juice that's flyin'
One poor guy got it right in the eye,
But they don't give a on the Squid Jiggin' Ground.

Now, if you ever feel to go squiddin',
Leave your white behind in the town;
And if you get cranky without your hanky,
better steer clear of the Squid Jiggin' Ground.