Well, I told you all a story
about Aunt Martha's sheep
Well, here's another story
So pull your chairs up close, boys,
I'll sing to you a ballad
T 'was early in the month of June
We started on our journey
with a rod and reel and fly
And very soon we were fishin'
Now the birds were singin' sweetly
and the water runnin' wild
The salmon they were jumpin'
in that good ol' Newfie style
Bill would cast his line out
And while he waited for a bite,
would have a drink of screech
Now Bill got in a happy mood
as more and more he drank
His face did turn all colors
and he said, my God, I'm caught
Now Bill, he had no money,
so it's fine, I'd have to pay
Well then I took it on me
I dropped my rod and reel,
started runnin' for the shore
And when I reached the bushes,
I was runnin' all the more
with the warden in the chase
and fell flat upon my face
The warden, he jumped on me,
You're runnin' from the law, boy,
His eyes they shone like diamonds
and he opened up his mouth
and my li cense I pulled out
The man without a license,
well, he left back in the stream
So have yourself a smoke,
sir, it don't matter anyhow
and I'm sure he's gone by now
T 'was there I took a vow
The warden, he would never know
Now Bill, he's sittin' home
and the salmon's in the pan
He's sittin' at the table
with a big drink in his hand
He's laughing and wondering
But I tell you boys, when I get home
Yes, I tell you boys, when I get home