JOHNNIE THE CALLER. 143 



CHORUS. 



Johnnie' s a brick, wi' his thunnerin' stick 



He lays on like a waller ; 

 Get up my cock, it's three o'clock, 



Cries Johnnie the Plashetts Caller. 



Johnnie rises like a lark, 



Sae early in the morning ; 

 To rouse the foreshift men to wark, 



The wildest weather scorning. 

 His club he swings sae bold and free, 



My boys, he is a mauler ; 

 Locks and bolts, he makes them flee, 



Johnnie the Plashetts Caller. 



Johnnie's been a roving blade, 



Been a' thro' France an' Spain, lad ; 

 On board a British Man o' War, 



He's plough' d the raging main lad, 

 An thrasht our foes, you may suppose, 



Tho' Johnnie is nae brawler ; 

 On land an' wave a hero brave, 



Is Johnnie the Plashetts Caller. 



Johnnie 's ship she went wreck, 

 To the boats they had to fly, lad; 



The gallant crew sae brave and true 

 Cast lots who had to die, lad. 



