Keelman and the Grindstone

Not lang since some keelmen were gaun doon to Sheels,
When a hoop round some froth cam alangside their keel;
The Skipper saw'd first, and he gov a greet shout,
How, b----r, man, Dick, here's a grunstan afloat,
Derry down, &c.

Dick leuk'd, and he thowt that the Skipper was reet,
So they'd hev her ashore, and then sell her that neet:
Then he jump'd on to fetch her--my eyes what a splatter!
Ne grunstan was there, for he fand it was water.
Derry down, &c.

The Skipper astonish'd, quite struck wi' surprise,
He roar'd out to Dickey when he saw him rise--
How, smash, marrow--Dick, ho!--What is thou about?
Come here, mun, and let's hae the grunstan tyen out.
Derry down, &c.

A grunstan! says Dick--wey, ye slavering cull,
Wi' water maw belly and pockets are full;
By the gowkey, aw'll sweer that ye're drunk, daft, or doating--
Its nee grunstan at a', but sum awd iron floating.
Derry down, &c.