Mr. Scallybrine

There stan ol man Scallybrine
inna crick a comely a da rhine
he dour pout an out cast he line
meanby he curse da sunny shine
waddup missa wha got ya down?
he turn an grill me wit he frown:
dey skeetos up an i ben bit
me skimmah gotta whole init
i ben too moon sin i las ate
dem crawdad gone an lift me bate
but annudda worry make me wine
me pluggy mug be fawty nine
an wha lass inner rifle mine
dream o beena Scallybrine?