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And measly-shinn'd Mungo Macapie,
The lad that was skipper himsel.
There lads, and lasses in pearling's,
Will feast is the heart of the ha',
On sybows, and rifarts, and carlings,
That are baith sodden and raw.
Fy let us, &c.
And there will be fadges and brochen,
With fouth of good gabbock of skate,
Powsowdie and drammock and crowdie,
And caller' nowt feet in a plate.
And there will be partans and buckies,
And whytens and spaldings enew,
And sing'd sheepheads, and a haggies,
And scadlips to till ye spue.
Fy let us &c.
And there will be lapper'd-mill kebbucks,
And sowens, and farles, and taps,
With swats, and well scraped paunches,
And brandy in stoups and in caps:
And there will be mealkail and castocks,
And skink to sup till ye rive;
And roasts to roast on a brander
Of flecks that were taken alive.
Fy let us, & cup
