The prowess and the courage staunch
That marked your line of old.
Davy Daw, Davy Daw, my merry man,
I love toast crab in a pewter can.
Our tastes are like as like can be—
But a measure of ale in the can for me!
The wind is low and scent is good,
And Mada’s on the green:
He hid his head in Cratla Wood