O! my guillyn vie,
Ta shin nish ec y thie,
Cha jig mayd dys yn 'aarkey ny sodjey; Cha jean mayd
Yn sterrym haink shin trooid,
Ec aker ayns y vaie Port-le-Moirrey.
Dooyrt Neddy Hom Ruy,
" T'eh sheidey feer creoi,
As dy baare dhooin ny caableyn y yiarey.
"Cha jean," dooyrt Chalse Beg,
"Bee mayd stiagh er y creg,
As caillit ayns tonnyn ny marrey."
Yn "Good Intent"
Va baatey vie jeant,
Vie plankit voish toshiaght dys jerrey. She sheshaght
feer voal Va er y "Midsummer Doal,"
Agh Neddy Hom Feg va yn fer 'smessey.
OH! my good boys,
Now that we are at home,
We'll not go to the sea any longer;
We will not forget
The storm we went through,
Anchored in the bay of Port St. Mary.
Said Neddy Tom+., the Red
''Tis blowing very hard,
And 'tis better to cut the two cables." Dont," said Little
We'll be in on the rock
And lost in the waves of the ocean."
The "Good Intent "
Was a well-built boat,
From the stem to the stern well planked.
A very poor crew
Had the "Blind Midsummer,"
But Neddy Tom Peg 1 was the worst of them.