GRAVESEND
Hab can nab,
The two-pound crab,
The twopenny ha’penny lobster,
Trot over to France,
To see the cat dance,
And could not come back to his master.
DORSET
I’ve come a-shrovin’
Vor a little pankaik
A bit of bread o’ your baikin’,
Or a little truckle cheese o’ your maikin’,
If you’ll gie me a little I’ll ax no more,
If you don’t gie me nothin’ I’ll rottle your door.
As I was going along, long, long,
Singing a comical song, song, song,
The way that I went was so long, long, long,
And the song that I sang was as long, long, long,
And so I went singing along.