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108 An’ Fanny’s last young teen begun, Poor maïd, wi’ thik day’s risèn zun, An’ we all wish’d her many mwore Long years wi’ happiness in store; An’ as she went an’ stood avore &emsp;The vier, by her father’s zide, &emsp;Her mother dropp’d a tear o’ pride &emsp;&emsp;While music wer a-soundèn.

An’ then we did all kinds o’ tricks Wi’ han’kerchiefs, an’ strings, an’ sticks: An’ woone did try to overmatch Another wi’ zome cunnèn catch, While tothers slyly tried to hatch &emsp;Zome geäme; but yet, by chap an’ maïd, &emsp;The dancèn wer the mwost injaÿ’d, &emsp;&emsp;While music wer a-soundèn.

The briskest chap ov all the lot Wer Tom, that danc’d hizzelf so hot, He doff’d his cwoat an’ jump’d about, Wi’ girt new shirt-sleeves all a-strout, Among the maïdens screamèn out, &emsp;A-thinkèn, wi’ his strides an’ stamps, &emsp;He’d squot their veet wi’ his girt clamps, &emsp;&emsp;While music wer a-soundèn.

Then up jump’d uncle vrom his chair, An’ pull’d out aunt to meäke a peäir; An’ off he zet upon his tooe. So light’s the best that beät a shoe, Wi’ aunt a-crièn “Let me goo:” &emsp;While all ov us did laugh so loud, &emsp;We drown’d the tuèn o’ the croud, &emsp;&emsp;While music wer a-soundèn.

A-comèn out o’ passage, Nan, Wi’ pipes an’ cider in her han’,