I'm a hardy old sailor from Newfoundland's shore.
I've fished for me livin' on the wild Labrador.
Now the fishin's all over, me work is all done,
And I'm goin' out tonight with me rubber boots on.
So I ate up me supper and I shaved off me beard.
For courtin' indeed I was highly prepared.
With the day's work all over and the night comin' on
I remember that night with me rubber boots on.
I knocked on her door and me knock it was low,
And out of her slumber my knock she did know.
She came to the door and said "Is that you, Tom?"
"It is ,love," said I "with me rubber boots on".
She opened the door and invited me in,
And into her bedroom she invited me in.
She jumped on the bed with the blankets rolled on
And I hopped in beside her with me rubber boots on.
Well, daylight next mornin' with the sun in the sky,
I turned to me true love to say goodbye.
She said "Don't you leave me, don't you know you done wrong,
For you slept here all night with your rubber boots on?".
I turned to me true love with a wink and a smile.
I said "Nothing could happen in such a short while.
Whatever I did, love, I did it for fun".
And I hopped out of bed with me rubber boots on.
It being nine months later I was summoned to court.
Ten shillings a week I was fined for me sport.
Ten shillings a week from a fisherman's son.
I regretted that night with me rubber boots on.
Ah, but now I'm back fishin', I'm happy for sure.
I'll make them ten shillings on the wild Labrador,
And when he gets bigger I'll take 'long me son,
And he'll catch those codfish with his rubber boots on.