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[nb: Cornish dialect]

And we rund up to Padstow to nack their purseedings Ded I mind not the riot act man and hes readings No. I called out Hubba as loud as I cud And cried out val to, et ma brave boys, tes Barly or blood And when all the sodjers wor loading their guns I made the purpozals to doest m'en wa stones So we cobb'd et away jest leyk Lients and Tigers Tell wa made m'en at last val a snapper their trigers And dat me Joe Mungler I'm bould for to zay I star'd [crossed out: down] thee radcoats as dead as a dray. And es that zo bee as the Papishes cum For to roust is all out of their houses and hum I'll be cut up in slivers vor meat ver the crows If I want slam this Tamlin sous into their Jaws But Lord! tes no more leykly a cumming to pass Them thick Moyl to val talking like Balaams Ass.

Joe Munglar

Well that mat sickey suppozals as thine, But lath hes no mazegeny Quandoodle of mine For les sartin as cheeky their place as Cambray That the Vrenchmen be cumming to car uz away Thene five hundred great sheps & sick mashes of men And sick hammels of cannons as never wor seen But the worstest of all es a man cum from Tamuth that swears the'l burn ale from Tolpedon to Plymouth And force ale tha people boch Chrustians and Jews To worship the devil & wear woden shoes Thog I bant quite so rich laykin coin as a Squire Yet I've same little compshans Ian Ian Troodle dy hire To for doubting cheek'd vean A I told tha' avore I've a squadged et down ninety good fathom or more