Should he fall by commotion,
Or sink in the ocean,
(May sic tidings ne'er come to the Kee, O!)
I could ne'er mair be glad,
For the loss of my lad
Wad break my poor heart, and I'd dee, O.
O my sweet laddie, &c.
But should my dear tar
Come safe from the war,
What heart-bounding joy wad I feel, O!
To the Church we wad flee,
And married be,
And again he should row in his keel, O.
O my sweet laddie!
My canny keel laddie!
Sae handsome, sae canty, and free, O!
Though far frae the Tyne,
I still hope he'll be mine,
And live happy as onie can be, O.
HYDROPHOBIE, or the SKIPPER & QUAKER.
As Skipper Carr and Markie Dunn,
Were gannin, drunk, through Sandgate—
A dog bit Mark and off did run,
But sair the poor sowl fand it;
The Skipper in a voice se rough—
Aw warn'd, says he, its mad eneugh—
Howay and get some doctor's stuff,
For fear of Hydrophobie!
Fal de ral, &c.
The doctor dress'd the wound se wide,
And left poor Markie smartin—
Then, for a joke, tells Carr, aside,
Mark wad gan mad for sartin:—
Noo, Skipper, mind, when in yor keel,
Be sure that ye watch Markie weel,
If he begins to bark and squeel,
Depend it's Hydrophobie!
Fal de ral, &c.
For Shields, next day, they sail'd wi' coal,
And teuk on board a Quaker,
Who wish'd to go as far's Dent's Hole,
To see a friend call'd Baker:
The Skipper whisper'd in his ear—
Wor Markie will gan mad, aw fear!
He'll bite us a'—as sure's yor here,
We'll get the Hydrophobie!
Fal de ral, &c.
Said Quack—I hope this can't be true,
Nay, friend, thou art mistaken;
We must not fear what man can do—
Yea! I will stand unshaken!
The Skipper, to complete the farce,
Said, Maister Quaker, what's far warse,
A b——g dog bit Markie's a—e,
And browt on Hydrophobie!
Fal de ral, &c.
Now Markie overheard their talk,
Thinks he, aw'll try the Quaker—
Makes P. D. to the huddock walk,
Of fun to be partaker:
To howl an' bark he wasn't slack,
The Quaker ow'rboard in a crack,
With the fat Skipper on his back,
For fear of Hydrophobie!
Fal de ral, &c.