How P. D. laugh'd to see the two,
Who to be sav'd, were striving—
Mark haul'd them out wi' much ado,
And call'd them culls for diving:—
The Quaker suen was put on shore,
For he was frighten'd verry sore—
The Skipper promis'd never more
To mention Hydrophobie!
Fal de ral, &c.
THE KEELMAN AND THE GRINDSTONE.
Not lang since some keelmen were gaun doon to Sheels,
When a hoop round some froth cam alangside their keel;
The Skipper saw'd first, and he gov a greet shout,
How, b——r, man, Dick, here's a grunstan afloat,
Derry down, &c.
Dick leuk'd, and he thowt that the Skipper was reet,
So they'd hev her ashore, and then sell her that neet:
Then he jump'd on to fetch her—my eyes what a splatter!
Ne grunstan was there, for he fand it was water.
Derry down, &c.
The Skipper astonish'd, quite struck wi' surprise,
He roar'd out to Dickey when he saw him rise—
How, smash, marrow—Dick, ho!—What is thou about?
Come here, mun, and let's hae the grunstan tyen out.
Derry down, &c.
A grunstan! says Dick—wey, ye slavering cull,
Wi' water maw belly and pockets are full;
By the gowkey, aw'll sweer that ye're drunk, daft, or doating—
Its nee grunstan at a', but sum awd iron floating.
Derry down, &c.
NEWCASTLE WONDERS;
Or, Hackney Coach Customers.