When aw pat on my blue coat that shines se,
My jacket wi’ posies se fine see,
My sark sic sma’ threed, man,
My pig-tail se greet, man!
Od smash! what a buck was Bob Cranky.
Blue stockings, white clocks, and reed garters,
Yellow breeks, and my shoon wi’ lang quarters,
Aw myed wour bairns cry,
Eh! sarties! ni! ni!
Sic verra fine things had Bob Cranky.