Wiv’s bloody back,
Wad dance wi’ goggle-ey’d Mally-o;
But up cam Nick,
An’ gav him a kick,
An’ a canny bit kind of a fally-o:
That day a’ Hawk’s blacks may rue,—
They gat monny a verra sair clanker-o;
Can they de ouse wi’ Crowley’s crew,
Frev a needle tiv a anchor-o?
What’s that to say