Then into th’ huddock they gat,
And th’ flesh they began to fry,
They talk’d o’ the gale as they sat,
And how a’ hands were lost—very nigh.
The skipper roar’d out for a drink,
P.D. ran to bring him the cann,
But odsmash! mun! what d’ye think?—
He coup’d a’ the flesh out o’ the pan!
Fal lal, &c.