Recorded by: Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Written by: Wayne Chaulk
Lyrics
Interviewer: Good day sir.
Buddy: You’ll have to speak up my b’y I’m hard a hearing.
Interviewer: I will, I will sir. It’s a wonderful day, isn’t it?
Buddy: Well b’y tis all right I spose fer some t’ings, yes.
Interviewer: Yes, yes, it’s wonderful, it’s wonderful, yeah. It’s been nice for a few days too, now hasn’t it?
Buddy: Yeah.
Interviewer: Yes. Ah, sir, listen, I work with the Department of Fisheries and as you know presently we have a few problems sir. And we’re endeavouring to solve those problems, and one of the things we’re doing is we’re traveling around the province gathering information from gentlemen just like yourself and coming up with times and quantities and amounts and various other pieces of precise information so that we can fix the problem.
Buddy: Big job. Fix the fishery. Take you the rest of the week I’d say.
Interviewer: It’ll be a challenge, but we’re trying. Now listen, do you mind answering some questions?
Buddy: My b’y, you ask all the questions you want, my b’y, I’m not saying I’ll answer ’em but you go right ahead.
Interviewer: Thank you very much sir. First question sir is, how’s the fish?
Buddy: I didn’t know they was sick.
Interviewer: No, no, no, I mean the fishing, how’s the fishing?
Buddy: Oh, how’s da feeshing? Oh.
Interviewer: Is it good, bad?
Buddy: Well, b’y, ’tis dat. Yes, it’s good and bad depending on what you’re at, what yer catchin’, you know, there’s ‘orsie eggs on the go you know.
Interviewer: Pardon?
Buddy: ‘orsie-eggs. Those spiny t’ings they ships off to Ja-pan.
Interviewer: Sea urchins, yeah.
Buddy: Dat what they call ’em?
Interviewer: Yeah.
Buddy: All I knows is you gotta have a different kind of mouth on ya t’eat it.
Interviewer: Really, was it a good season?
Buddy: B’y, ’twas perfect. I never see my carrots and turnips come so good.
Interviewer: No, no, sir, I don’t mean vegetables, I mean fish.
Buddy: Oh, feesh?
Interviewer: Yes, was it a good season for fish?
Buddy: Well, b’y, ’twas like dis. Now if you was into halley-but ’twas ok, turbot waddn’t that hot, ya know, it’was like what you was at you know, some t’ings was good, some more was bad, ya know, ’twas average.
Interviewer: Sir, do you have a big operation?
Buddy: Oh yes, my son, cut open from ear to ear. My jumpins, didn’t know whether I was gonna live er die.
Interviewer: No, that’s not what I mean sir. That’s not the kind of operation I mean. By operation, I mean do you have a lot of gear? No. You know. Do you have a lot of boats, do you have nets, do you have traps, do you have a big operation?
Buddy: Oh, do I have a big operation like that?
Interviewer: Yes, do you have a big operation?
Buddy: B’y, to some fellers ’tis very big, yes.
Interviewer: So it’s pretty big hey?
Buddy: To more fellers now ’tis nutting at all hey?
Interviewer: Pretty small.
Buddy: Pretty small.
Interviewer: How many tons did you land?
Buddy: Landed da wife, she’s not small. Ha ha, little joke there. Little joke, joke.
Interviewer: But sir, seriously, do you have a rough idea of how much you caught?
Buddy: Oh b’y, it was a bad dose, hey. Oh yes, laid up fer a week I was, my b’y, I never had a flu the past 35 year like dat. Bad. Real bad.
Interviewer: Sir, do you keep records?
Buddy: Oh yes, I got a record by Charlie Pride and two records by Slim Whitman.
Interviewer: No, no no sir, really. That’s not the kind of records I’m talking about. By records, I mean like pieces of paper with dates, and quantities, amounts and times, and things like that.
Buddy: Do I write stuff down?
Interviewer: Well, okay, do you record stuff, yes?
Buddy: Well, now see that depends on how much guts I got left on me hands when I finish cleaning up da feesh. I might, I might not.
Interviewer: Ok, tell me sir, do you have dependants?
Buddy: I got a very strong dependence on alcohol.
Interviewer: No, no, no sir. That’s not what I mean. See by dependants, I mean do you have children.
Buddy: Youngsters?
Interviewer: Well, youngsters, yea.
Buddy: B’y, ’tis all grow’d up now. I got t’ree, a boy and a girl.
Interviewer: Sir, if I’m correct that’s two. That’s only two.
Buddy: The b’y was a twin.
Interviewer: The boy was a twin.
Buddy: Yeah. Siamese twin he was, joined at the head.
Interviewer: Really?
Buddy: They only had one head between ’em.
Interviewer: Oh really, is that so?
Buddy: When we separated ’em, the feller with the head he become a teacher.
Interviewer: Is that right?
Buddy: Hmm.
Interviewer: And what about the other guy?
Buddy: He went to work for Guverment.
