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Rh An’ waïters ran, an’ beer did pass Vrom tap to jug, vrom jug to glass: An’ when they took away the dishes, They drink’d good healths, an’ wish’d good wishes, To all the girt vo’k o’ the land, An’ all good things vo’k took in hand; An’ woone cried hip, hip, hip! an’ hollow’d, An’ tothers all struck in, an’ vollow’d; An’ grabb’d their drink wi’ eager clutches, An’ swigg’d it wi’ sich hearty glutches, As vo’k, stark mad wi’ pweison stuff, That thought theirzelves not mad enough.

An’ after that they went all out In rank ageän, an’ walk’d about, An’ gi’ed zome parish vo’k a call; An’, then went down to Narley Hall An’ had zome beer, an’ danc’d between The elem trees upon the green. An’ down along the road they done All sorts o’ mad-cap things vor fun; An’ danc’d, a-pokèn out their poles, An’ pushèn bwoys down into holes: An’ Sammy Stubbs come out o’ rank, An’ kiss’d me up ageän the bank, A saucy chap; I ha’nt vor’gied en Not yet,—in short, I han’t a-zeed en. Zoo in the dusk ov evenèn, zome Went back to drink, an’ zome went hwome.

Woodley! oh! how fresh an’ gaÿ Thy leänes an’ vields be now in Maÿ, The while the broad-leav’d clotes do zwim In brooks wi’ gil’cups at the brim;