I’ll tell ee a parcel o’ the strangest things
About the winds and tide,
How by compass us steer’d, and o’ naught was afear’d,
An’ a thousand things beside.
’Tes true I lived i’ ole Plymouth town,
My trade it were ostling,
Dick Simmins and I went to Maker Green
To turn at wrasteling.
The prize o’ buckskin breeches a pair,
And ne’er the wuss for wear,