Hardy, weatherbeaten, intimately familiar with the winds and tides of his local shore, capable of turning his hand to many things, squeezing a hard living from the treacherous sea—a figure rendered familiar by the words “Ise the bye who builds the boat/ And ise the bye that sails her/ Ise the bye who catches the fish/ And takes them home to Liza."

Let's take our clothes oft" and go swimming skinny.

Among the promiscuous Assembly of broken Extravagants, a slovenly Sot sits puffing at the Board in a woollen Night cap, so disguis'd with Dirt, & his Hands & Face with Nastiness, that he look'd like the Cook of a Newcastle Collier just slept on Shore to enter an Action against his Master for wages. A second in his slip shoes, and ungarter'd stockings, like a Journey Man Taylor jumpt of the Board for a Halfpenny Roll & a pint of Tow Penny Stich-Back.

songs with frothy lyrics