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5 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 , 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.