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'Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow,

There cam on a varry strang gale,

The Skipper luik'd out o' the huddock,

Crying, 'Smash, man, lower the sail!

Smash, man, lower the sail!

Or else to the bottom we'll go!

The keel and a' hands wad been lost,

Had it not been for Jemmy Munro.

Fal lal la, &c.

The gale blew stranger and stranger,

When they cam beside the Muck House,

The Skipper cried out—'Jemmy, swing 'er!"

But still was as fear'd as a mouse.

Pee Dee ran to clear the anchor,

'It's raffled!' right loudly he roar'd:—

They a' said the gale wad sink her,

If it wasn't seun thrawn overboard.

The laddie ran sweaten, ran sweaten,

The laddie ran sweaten about;

Till the keel went bump against Jarrow,

And three o' the bullies lap out:

Three o' the bullies lap out,

And left nyen in but little Pee Dee;

Who ran about stamping and crying—

'How! smash, Skipper, what mun aw dee?'

They all shouted out frae the Kee,

'Steer her close in by the shore;

And then thraw the painter to me,

Thou cat-fyec'd son of a whore!'

The lad threw the painter ashore,

They fasten'd her up to the Kee:

But whe knaws how far she meyt gyen,

Had it not been for Little Pee Dee.

Then into the huddock they gat,

And the flesh they began to fry:

They talk'd o' the gale as they sat,

How a' hands were lost—varry nigh.

The Skipper roar'd out for a drink,

Pee Dee ran to bring him the can:

But odsmash, mun! what d'ye think?—

He cowp'd a' the flesh out o' the pan!

Fal lal la, &c.