A CORNISH SEINING SONG

The Huer is up on the cliff, me deears,

Glazing out to say;

Slip youm moorin's and ship youm gears,

There's Pilchers in the Bay;

Lift youm faistins on muggoty pie.

Down along an’ away.

‘ Tisn the time for maids, me deears,

Do n't‘ ee be duffed by they;

There's lashins o’ time to taise their ears

An’ maze‘ em wi’ fal-de-lay.

They'll wait till arter the Pilcher's catched,

Down along an’ away.

Us'll be shuttin’ soon, me deears,

There's purple on the say,

An’ jowstin’ this arternoon, me deears,

When us comes back to kay.

Who's for a banger, a bender haul

Down along an’ away?

Pilchers is budiful fried, me deears,

Or baked in a bussa o’ clay,

So sterry away wi’ the tide, me deears,

For Pilchers in the Bay.

Slip youm moorin's an’ ship youm gears,

Down along an’ away!