To the bonny fray
We had wi’ skipper Robin-o:
The keel bullies a’,
Byeth great and sma’,
Myed a bu——ly tide o’ the Hoppen-o.
Gleed Will cry’d, Ma-a! up lup awd Frank,
An’ Robin that marry’d his dowter-o:
We hammer’d their ribs like a anchor shark
They fand it six weeks after-o.
Bald pyet Jone Carr