A Sunderland Song

Oh! the weary Cutter, and oh! the weary Sea,
O! the weary Cutter, that stole my laddie from me;
When I look'd to the Nor'ard, I look'd with a wat'ry eye,
But when I look'd to the South'ard, I saw my laddie go by

.- Sharpe's "Bishoprick Garland."