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106 Though vier-light, a-flick’rèn red Drough vrosty window-peänes, do spread Vrom wall to wall, vrom he’th to door, Vor us to goo an’ zit avore, &emsp;Vrom winds a-cuttèn keen.

thought you woulden leäve us quite So soon as what you did last night; Our fun jist got up to a height &emsp;As you about got hwome. The friskèn chaps did skip about, An’ cou’se the maïdens in an’ out, A-meäkèn such a randy-rout, &emsp;You coulden hear a drum.

An’ Tom, a-springèn after Bet Blind-vwolded, whizz’d along, an’ het Poor Grammer’s zide, an’ overzet &emsp;Her chair, at blind-man’s buff; An’ she, poor soul, as she did vall, Did show her snags o’ teeth an’ squall, An’ what, she zaid, wer wo’se than all, &emsp;She shatter’d all her snuff.

An’ Bet, a-hoppèn back vor fear O’ Tom, struck uncle zomewhere near, An’ meäde his han’ spill all his beer &emsp;Right down her poll an’ back; An’ Joe, in middle o’ the din, Slipt out a bit, an’ soon come in Wi’ all below his dapper chin &emsp;A-jumpèn in a zack.

An’ in a twinklèn tother chaps Jist hung en to a crook wi’ straps,