Lyrics

Come gather all around me me and I’ll sing to you a tale
About three boys from Bay Bulls who went huntin’ ducks one day
It happened on a Monday morning - they though they’d try their luck
They went out in a speedboat and they shot Pat Power’s Ducks

Three ducks they were swimmin’ in the water by the beach
We can’t get them together they said we’ll have to kill one each
The ducks all separated when they heard the motor’s noise
They thought they’d gained their freedom but they lost their precious lives

Charlie (O’) Dea shot the first one - he shot it in the head
The second one was flyin’ - Ernie Mulcahy shot him dead
The third had dove below the waves - but when he did come up
Tommy McCarthy tired his shotgun and he killed the final duck

They gathered the ducks together - each wore a great big grin
Thinking about the pot of soup they’d have when they got in
But when they reached the public wharf - they got a big surprise
Hilda stood there on the dock with fire in her eyes

Gimme those ducks you naughty boys - these ducks belong to me
They were not wild but only tame - as any fool can see
In this old town of Bay Bulls sure - I can not keep a t’ing
Me rabbit’ dog I lost before I t'ink it is a sin

She took the ducks under her arm and over the hill she went
She cooked them up for Paddy and he ate them with content
After the ducks were eaten he lay back and had a smoke
They might have killed the ducks byes but Pat Power ate the most.

So if you live in Bay Bulls - take this advice from me
If you raise ducks don’t let ‘em go - down to the salty sea
And if you’re raisin’ rabbits - keep ’em in a pen
For three young boys from Bay Bulls - may go huntin’ once again