Then away we set off to the yell-house,
Wiv a few hearty lasses and fellows,
Aw tell’d owre the wig,
Se curl’d and se big;
For nyen saw’d se weel as Bob Cranky.
Aw gat drunk, fit, and kick’d up a racket,
Rove my breeks and spoil’d a’ my fine jacket:
Nan cry’d and she cuddled
My hinny, thou’s fuddled,
Ho’way hyem now, my bonny Bob Cranky.