When I pull up at 'arbour
There's only one lady for me!
She's the mistress of Mysia
and too fun to be free!

Roll away young boy, roll away!
Afore she finds you too broke.
Out the door young boy, roll away!
Before the madam does choke!

When I pull up at 'arbour
There's no finer cure I do say
To see the lass of Ulangi
Though you'll bloody have to pay

Roll away young boy, roll away!
You shall run away and rout .
Out the door young boy, roll away!
'afore your pocket turns out.

When I pull up at 'arbour
me, pickled will go see the sage
The wisest young lass of ol'Baar
Shame she's 'bout half of my wage!

Roll away young boy, roll away!
She's got you trapped this is it!
Time to pay for piping my boy
some time 'afore you can sit!

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Ero, in the year 792 AF.