"Farmer Hogbin!" he sang out.
"Who be caaling?"
"Mr. Anthony Clare!"
"Come in now, do 'ee come in."
"I've brought over a party with me, farmer?"
"Maids, do 'ee hear that? Maister Clare have brought wi'un a passel o' gallantry."
There was much jingling merriment from the maids.
"Now then Jock, Tommas, William, Jarge, Joe, Sam, Peter, Ern, move your shanks and stable they hosses."
The farmer, a huge Falstaff of a man quite in proportion to his barn, towered in the doorway obscuring the light, while the farm hands clumped with heavy legs towards the horses.
"Gi' they pleanty o' oats, my lads."