a. Long, A Dictionary of the Isle of Wight Dialect, London, 1886, p. 142. b. H. Such, 177 Union St., Boro’.
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’Twas a Friday morning when we set sail,
And our ship was not far from land,
When there we spied a fair pretty maid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Oh, the raging seas they did roar,
And the stormy winds they did blow,
While we poor sailor-boys were all up aloft,
And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below,