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(3) 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 rouſed up my heart, and I ſung Paddy Whack,

as we ſteer's o'er the turbulent billows.

Till at length I got ſea-ſick, was ready to die,

And the meat in my belly was ſpunged quite dry,

Whilſt I lay beſmeared like a pig in a ſtye;

For a doctor cried Lawrie O Broom, Sir.

I bounced up on deck, to view Ireland once more,

Which was a dangerous risk of my neck Sir,

I ran up the ladder to view Hibernia's ſhore,

and then I was far above deck, Sir.

When I found that old Ireland was out of my view,

I was forc'd 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.

At four in the morning we came to Stranraer,

when the people were all faſt aſleep. Sir;

The ſtreets I rambled all up and down,

till a centry I chanc'd for to meet Sir.

He asked my name trade and place of abode,

I told him I was a weaver juſt travelling the road

And the name that my father had on me beſtow'd

I told him was Lawrie O'Broom Sir.