Sometimes rhymes may look clumsy or awkward in print, but work brilliantly in the song. "When The Caplin Come In" has the following:
He's lost all his fishes,
By God, he looks vicious,
He's chawing' tobacco, there's juice on his chin,
There's spawn in his whiskers,
His hands are all blisters,
He's been on the beach since the caplin come in.