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the feäst, I do mind very well, all the vo’ks &emsp;Wer a-took in a happerèn storm. But we chaps took the maïdens, an’ kept em wi’ clokes &emsp;Under shelter, all dry an’ all warm; An’ to my lot vell Jeäne, that’s my bride, That did titter, a-hung at my zide; Zaid her aunt, “Why the vo’k ’ull talk finely o’ you,” An’, cried she, “I don’t ceäre if they do.”