1.
The icy blaw is ower the sea
(Come, codling, come ti me)
Roofy grey in ugly spree
(Hinney, get hung on, Aa'll reel ye ti me)
With basket-knots Aa set the rod
(Come, codling, come ti me)
Pillion an mussly aa' for thor gobs
(Hinney, get hung on, Aa'll reel ye ti me)
The ghostly fleet's ootbye the pier
(Come, codling, come ti me)
O silvery swimmers cum gerrup here
(Hinney, get hung on, Aa'll reel ye ti me)
I wadda howked it oot at that
(Come, codling, come ti me)
But a lowpin' g'eat watter skelped me flat
(Hinney, get hung on, Aa'll reel ye ti me)
Sa aal Aa catched woz thon spankin' wave
(Come, codling, come ti me)
It kisst me yance an' garr'd me bave
(Hinney, get hung on, Aa'll reel ye ti me)
How, git the bath-tub oot, Aa'm nack'd
(Come on, Aa need it gay an' waam)
An' wesh the saut frev off ma back
(Oh Hinney, that's grand, that's a treat, Aa warr'nt)
2.
Dicker hoyed his line oot ower far
To wheer the creivs 'n' lopsters are.
They thranged aroon' it wan an' aa'
An' nicked the bate wi' crafty cla'
Then tugg'd three times to let him kna'
They'd luv sum mair — it woz five-star!
"Not e'en a thankyou note," said Dicker, "Na,
Aa'll save ma raggies, man, let's hev a jar."
Deep unnerneeth the ocean's lip
The crafty lopster spies oor ship
That stopped an' garr'd a hook ti dip;
Sez he, "Young creivs for a tanner tip
Aa'll gie yi a clinkin' roon'-world trip,
Jus' queue up here, an' gerra grip!"
The babby creivs went up an' doon,
An' 'greed it woz reet cushti fun.
