Oh, the fisherman is a happy wight! He dibbles by day, and he sniggles by night. He trolls for fish, and he trolls his lay, He sniggles by night, and he dibbles by day. Oh, who so merry as he!...
I'll sing you a song, not very long, But the story somewhat new, Of William Kidd, who, whatever he did, To his Poll was always true. He sailed away in a galliant ship From the port of old Bristol,...