There have been so many poets writing verse about the West
‘Bout the glamour and the joys of herding cattle,
But we Maritimers think we want a different kind of life,
And we think of Prairie Tales as idle prattle

For it’s Lobster here, and Herring there;
Please, try a little crab!
Clam chowder’s great, you really have to taste it;
Then there’s Salmon from the river, and there’s Codfish in the nets,
To be salted down to make sure we don’t waste it.

We don’t wear big sombreros to protect us from the sun;
We don’t ride out on ponies chasing strays.
We put to sea in "Cockle Shells", our flimsy little boats,
With our slick ‘Sou’Westers ‘gainst the rainy days.

So it’s Mackerel here, and Pollock there;
Perhaps a little Sole,
And Plaice is such a tasty fish to eat,
But if you’d rather Shellfish, try the Scallops for they’re good,
And a little Haddock makes a special treat.

Please, don’t be disappointed if I haven’t mentioned Beef,
For we do consume a bit of that here, too,
But you can’t beat going fishing, it’s a healthy way of life!
And we have to earn a living, just like you!

So it’s Oysters here, and Mussels there,
A Hard Shell Clam or two,
Some Quahaugs on a side plate, if you wish;
Or some Scampi soaked in butter in a dish beside your plate!
This ain’t Red Meat you’re eating, this is FISH!