Nettie: Dunno as I should've ate those last four dozen clams!

A girl: Now look here, Orin Peasley, you just keep your hands in your own pockets if you're so cold!

All:
This was a real nice clambake
We're mighty glad we came
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet
The company was the same
Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full
And we are feeling prime
This was a real nice clambake
And we all had a real good timе

Nettie:
Fust come codfish chowdеr
Cooked in iron kettles
Onions floating on the top
Curlin' up in petals

Julie:
Throw'd in ribbons of salted pork

Men:
An old New England trick
Julie:
And lapped it all up with a clamshell
Tied onto a bayberry stick

All:
Oh, this was a real nice clambake
We're mighty glad we came
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet
The company was the same
Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full
And we are feeling prime
This was a real nice clambake
And we all had a real good time

Enoch:
Remember when we raked them red hot lobsters
Out of the driftwood fire?
They sizzled and crackled and sputtered a song
Fittin' for an angels' choir

Girls:
Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels choir
Nettie:
We slit 'em down the back and peppered 'em good
And doused 'em in melted butter

Carrie:
Then we tore away the claws and cracked 'em with our teeth
Cuz we weren't in the mood to putter

Girls:
Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels
Fittin' for an angels choir

A guy:
Then at last come the clams

Guys:
Steamed under rockweed and poppin' from their shells

All:
Just how many of 'em galloped down our gullets
We couldn't say ourselves, oh
This was a real nice clambake
We're mighty glad we came
The vittles we et
Were good, you bet
The company was the same
Our hearts are warm, our bellies are full
And we are feeling prime
This was a real nice clambake
And we all had a real good time
We said it 'afore and we'll say it again
We all had a real good time!