Squid Jiggin Ground 
By Hank Snow
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
8/6/04


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Oh this is the place where the fisherman gather
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Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten down
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All sizes of figures with squid lines and jiggers
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They congregate here on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

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

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

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

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

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

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

Says Bobby, "The squids are on top of the water
I just got me riggers 'bout one fathom down"
But a squid in the boat scuddered right down his throat
And he swam like mad on the Squid Jiggin' Ground

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

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