I pike[4] stray timmer on the shore,
An’ cuvins[5] on the scar;
I know wheer crabs ’ll hugger up,[6]
I know wheer t’ lobsters are.
I’ve cobles fishin’ oot i’ t’ bay,
For whitings, dabs and cods,
I’ve herrin’ trawls and salmon nets,
I’ve hooks and lines and rods.