P.D. ran to clear th’ anchor,

“It’s raffl’d!” right loudly he roar’d,—

They a’ said the gale wad sink her,

If it was’nt seun thrawn owrboard.

The laddy ran sweaten, ran sweaten,

The laddy ran sweaten about;

Till the keel went bump ’gainst Jarrow,

And three o’ th’ bullies lap out;

Three o’ th’ bullies lap out,

And left nyen in but little P.D.