Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Lyrics: Jerry English | Tune: Ray Johnson
Lyrics
The offal rock is full of fish
As many fish I knows
The only brook down through the droke
And that one valley flows
It’s not the rock nor the fish
If I have any fun to find
Nor is it a brook down through the droke
That weighs upon my mind
But the girl I like to listen to
When sing to me a song
Aboard a habitation
That lies near Island Pond
I asked her if she give up work
Oh sure she said oh no
I’ll go into the garden
And it’s there I till and sew
Get ready for the winter
Where storms still blow so strong
And I live and be contented
At the banks of Island Pond
And when September do come round
Berry pickin I will go
I’ll go into the valleys
Where the wind do sweeply blow
I listen to those little birds
As they sing that sweet sweet song
And I live and be contented
At the banks of Island Pond
I seem not quite light hearted
And home that when my way
And hopes to meet the damsel
On some other day
Where I could sit beside her
For me she sing her song
And I live and die contented
At the banks of Island Pond
I live and die contented
At the banks of Island Pond
