With a ransome, dansome, day.’
“At this the lads used to shout—
“‘My intent is to marry, to marry.’
“And the maids would reply—
“‘Will you marry one of my daughters, one of my daughters?’
“Then the lads used to look highty-tighty, for all they had in their bones only the making of ploughmen, ditchers, and shepherds,“ Nana declared, “and they would say—
“‘You be as stiff as pokers, as pokers.’
And turn up their noses and strut back.
“Then the maids would answer, mincing like—
“‘We can bend like you, sirs, like you, sirs!’