My name is Larry Gorman to all hands I mean no harum you need not be alarmed
for you’ve heard of me before
I can make a song or sing it! I can fix it neat and bring it
And the title that I’ll give it is the scow on Cowden shore
I have got manys a foe and the same I do know so
Amongst them all I go and it grieves their hearts full sore
For I know that they could shoot me, criminate and prosecute me
but they kindly salute me ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
There’s men from many places of many different races with pale and swarthy faces,
I cannot name them o’er
Island men and Restigouchers, Nashwaaker’s and Pugmoushers
All assemble here together ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
There’s men from Aromocto, some more fro Rouchibucto
From Fredericton town and Bathurst and MacDonalds from Bras D’or
There’s Night ramps and gallivanters, swift runners and raft canters
All work for daily wages ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
There was the two young Joyces with their unhuman voices making peculiar noises
‘til their throats got quite sore
A wolf or wild devil would be far more civil
Than the uncultivated rubbage ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
There was the widow Winnie, she sold Ale and Cockaninny
To get the poor fools pennies she sold apples by the score
She sold whiskey, gin, and flybeer, somewhat porter ale and cider
That made them whoop and stagger ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
Dan Brown and Bill Boggy one night got very groggy The night being dark and foggy
we heard a tedious roar
They were semi intoxicated, got somewhat agitated
all hands they were affrighted ‘round the scow on Cowden shore.
Dan Brown when he begins is a curious little man O
He’ll study and he’ll plan ‘til he gets to Edie’s door
O he’ll drink beer and whiskey until he gets quite frisky
And then he’ll get saucy ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
Dan Brown’s a splendid singer and in dances he will swing her
He’ll bring to her good tidings of a new bank bill or more
Oh she’ll laugh and she’ll be funny when she knows he’s got the money
She’ll call him her darling honey ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
The true lovers discussion is once more in fashion
She’ll keep quietly hushing and he’ll sing o’er and o’er
For his voice is so melodious that the ladies all sing o’er us
And their echos all sing over us ‘round the scow on Cowden shore

Dan Brown and Johnny Layton on the women they go-a-waiting.
They go out on a Sunday with Miss Vickers and Kate Poor.
It’s all to gain insight all hands they mean to invite
you’re welcome to a clean bite ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
Some of the blokes spend good dollars in fine shirts and paper collars
And in good whiskey wallers ‘til they fight and get them tore
O they’ll fight and they will wrangle, and each other they’ll badly mangle
They’re called hard men to handle ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
Oh some they go a courting, while others go a sporting
They go into a circus to view scenes of days gone o’er
In the like I take no pleasure, so I sit down at my leisure
And I daily take their measure ‘round the scow on Cowden shore
And now my song is ended and I hope no one’s offended
The like I’ve never intended so your pardon I’ll implore
So you mild meek and witty I pray on me take pity
And join me in my ditty ‘round the scow on Cowden shore