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96 Where zellers bwold to buyers shy Did hollow round us, “What d’ye buy?” An’ scores o’ merry tongues did speak At woonce, an’ childern’s pipes did squeak, An’ horns did blow, an’ drums did rumble, An’ bawlèn merrymen did tumble; An’ woone did all but want an edge To peärt the crowd wi’, lik’ a wedge.

We zaw the dancers in a show Dance up an’ down, an’ to an’ fro, Upon a rwope, wi’ chalky zoles, So light as magpies up on poles; An’ tumblers, wi’ their streaks an’ spots, That all but tied theirzelves in knots. An’ then a conjurer burn’d off Poll’s han’kerchief so black’s a snoff, An’ het en, wi’ a single blow, Right back ageän so white as snow. An’ after that, he fried a fat Girt ceäke inzide o’ my new hat; An’ yet, vor all he did en brown, He didden even zweal the crown.

after that we met wi’ zome O’ Mans’on vo’k, but jist a-come, An’ had a raffle vor a treat All roun’, o’ gingerbread to eat; An’ Tom meäde leäst, wi’ all his sheäkes, An’ paid the money vor the ceäkes, But wer so lwoth to put it down As if a penny wer a poun’.