An’ Marriner’s Band, we music grand,
Struck up wi all ther might;
Then one and all, both great and small,
March’d on we great delight.
The girls and boys, we jovial noise,
The fife and drum did play;
For every one would have some fun
On this eventful day.
Oud Joan o’ Sall wi’ all his palls,
Marched on wi’ all ther ease;
Just for a lark, some did remark,
There goes some prime oud cheese!
The Exlaheead chaps wi their girt caps,
An’ coits nut quite i’th’ fashion;
With arms ding-dong, they stretch along,
An’ put a fineish dash on.
Tom Wilkin drest up in his best,
T’ oud wife put on her fall,
For they wor bent, what come or went,
To dine at Malsis Hall.
There wor Tommy Twist, among the list,
We his magenta snaat;
Hez often said, sin he gat wed,
T’ oud lass sud hev an aht.
Amongst the lot wor oud Sam Butt,
As fine as oud Lord Digby;
An’ oud Queer Doos, wi’ his strait shoos,
An’ wi’ him Joseph Rigby.
There’s Jimmy Gill, o’ Castle hill,—
That gentleman wi’t stick,—
There’s Will an’ Sam, and young John Lamb,
An’ Ben an’ Earby Dick.
Aw scorn to lie—the reason why
It is a shame awm sure!
But among the gob, wi’ old Joe Hob,
Behould a perfect cure.
I’d quite forgot, among the lot,
There was old Pally Pickles,
Wi’ crinoline sho walks so fine,
Sho’s like a cat e prickles.