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I shoulder’d my cudgel and bundle again,
my figure being one of the oddest;
I did not weel ken the right road frae the wrang,
but held to the road that was broadest.
Till at length I arriv’d at Donaghadee,
And to my surprise laid me close on the sea,
I wish’d for the wings of a swallow to flee;
What a tight bird was Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.
They hois’d me on board of a tight little smack,
amongst a parcel of jovial gay fellows;
I rous’d up my heart, and I sang Paddy Whack,
as we steer’d o.’er the turbulent billows.
Till at length I got sea-sick, was ready to die,
And the meat in my belly was spung’d quite dry
Whilst I lay besmear’d like a pig in a stye;
For a doctor cryed Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.
I bounc’d up on deck, to view Ireland once more,
which was a dangerous risk of my neck, Sir.
I ran up the mast ladder to view Hibernia’s shore
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and then I was far above deck, Sir.
When I found that old Ireland was out of my view,
I was forced to come down by the captain and crew,
I thought on my wife, my loom, and my sow,
But far distant was Lawrie O’Broom, Sir.
