  Ole Sammy took fish from Downderry to Looe; Jest the darnedest thing that Ole Sammy could do; An' nobody knawed what Ole Sammy was thinkin' For when he got there the fish was a stinkin'. He cried them in stores an' he cried them in housen, But no one would have them at tuppence a thousan'; He cried them in Fore Street an' then on the Pier, But folks said as "Nothin' was tuppence too dear." Sure awnly a saftie would ever be carin' To pay for the fish when they'd had such a airin'! An' any regreater deserve to be stranded For carryin' fish to the port where they'm landed! So Sammy went homeways from Looe to Downderry, An' on to Torpoint an' acrost by the ferry, An' up along Plymouth, remarkable flish, He selled out to wance all his basket of fish. 'Tis sartin that 'tis, an' can't be no 'tisser, Us knaws fish an' fish from the Rame to the Lizzer; What's hansun for Devon for us doesn' do, So don't 'ee be carryin' fish into Looe. |
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