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The Pride of port Le Murra

I'm the pride of Port le Murra, I can reap or plough a furra', I can find the gentle lug-worm in the sand, I am up to all that's tricky In the sailin' of a Nickey, An' I'm toul' there's not my aiqual in the land

I'm an able-bodied seaman, And at trawling I'm a demon, But-outside the three-mile limit-understand I am up both late and early Catching congers long and curly, An' I'm toul' there's not my aiqual in the land. In the land ; yes, in the land, For there's no one better able to command, I'm up both late and early Catching congers long and curly An' I'm toul' there's not my aiqual in the land.

   

I can dance the double shuffle, And wherever there's a scuffle, I am generally there to lend a hand Though I'm what they're calling steady," For a spree I'm always ready, And at " jough " there's not my aiqual in the land For a tay fight none is keener, I can play the concertina, And at Castletown they want me in the band;

As a singer, I am clavar, And at " saconds " you have navar, No! you've navar heard my aiqual in the land. In the land, yes, in the land, And for any mortal thing I'm in demand; As a singer, I am clavar, And at " saconds " you have navar, No ! you've navar heard my aiqual in the land.

On a Sunday to the "Ranthers," All the neighbours come in canters, When I'm singin' in the choir-Aw it's grand, All the gels are there from Surby, An' I'm toul' they come from Jurby, For they think there's not my aiqual in the land

There's a gel at Ballaharry, Who, it's lek, I'll hev to marry For she's gorra " slugh " of money arrer hand; If she's not exactly charmin', Yet at cookin', or at farmin', Well! you cannot find her aiqual in the hand.

In the land, yes, in the land, And, they say, she could'n be much better manned, If she's not exactly charmin', Yet at cookin, or at farmin'. Well! you cannot find her aiqual in the land