On this Churly Morn

Small wonder on this churly morn

I crivy like a black

To think wot I should be farlorn

Through knorb this packymack

I may be blink down booltoad

With ne'er a thorty skive

But I'll december barrold

To save my good bad Ive

To them perhap be nicky

I smirk but querry jump

With all this alfy hicky

I do but strive a hump

Knock down ye smallish hoqky

Am I the bairly oat?

With all your davey cockey

I'll always keep afloat.

Will I the baggy Dutch man

And haughty bygraves too

To all I give a limpage

To do what they will do.

They rabble till they're tatter

Don't creem the midnight hour

Big Doris flitter flatter

And blacky blackpoo tower

Rephy graun and gratty

Graddie large but smail

She will not brant a fatty

Room to swing a snail

Bilt zeitung dairy apple

Of geltzie sniedypye

Groppy gribble grapple

Varoum the reason why?

Ye bottle ginny derick

And all who sail without

My tall but little Eric

Shall ne'er but cast a clout!

Remplenish thou thy cravie

With all that bodes within

Fall gather barge and davie

The lamb within a bin.

God Speed