The story of the foregoing sing is this:—Lucy asked a fiddler and his friend to breakfast. The cooking was bad. The boiled bananas, which should have been light brown, were black, and the cabbage was not done enough, so that it was ropy or "long," as they aptly describe it. For these shortcomings the fiddler "put her a sing," i.e. put her into a sing.
CLXX.
Schottische.
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Moonshine baby, don't you cry, Mumma will bring somet'ing fe you, Some fe you, Some fe me, Fe we go boil wi' dirty pot. |
This is a hit at another careless cook who had disregarded the time-honoured rule, "First wash your pot."
A moonshine baby is a pretty baby.