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 20 The fidlers play, the bagpipes blow,

Some ſhout the bride, and ſome the groom,

They roar the very muſic dumb,

Hard over head, and one thro' other,

They dance with ſiſter and with brother,

Their common tune is, Get her bo,

The weary laſs cries muſic ſo,

Till tir'd incircling round they wheel,

And beat the ground with toe and heel.

A collier lad of taller ſize,

With rings of duſt about his eyes,

Laid down his pipe, roſe from the table,

And ſwore he'd dance while he was able,

He catch'd a partner by the hand,

And kiſs'd her for to make her ſtand,

And then he bid the muſic play,

And ſaid, now laſs come dance away:

He led her off, juſt when begun,

She ſtopt, and cry'd ſome other tune,

Then whiſper'd in the piper's ear,

So loud that every one might hear,

I'd have you play me Jumping John,

He turn'd his reed, and try'd his drone,

The pipes ſcream out her fav’rite jig,

Then knack'd her thumbs, ſtood her trig,

Then cock'd her belly up a little,

Then wet her fingers with her ſpittle,

So off–ſhe goes,—the collier lad

Sprung from the floor, and danc'd like mad,

They ſweep each corner of the room,

And all ſtood clear, where o'er they come,

They dance and tire the piper out,