Crying, “Smash, man, lower th’ sail!
Smash, man, lower the sail,
Or else to the bottom we’ll go:”
The keel and a’ hands wad been lost,
Had it not been for Jemmy Munro.
Fal lal, &c.
The gale blew stranger an’ stranger,
When they cam beside the Muck House,
The skipper cry’d out—“Jemmy Swinger,”
But still was as fear’d as a mouse;