T’ race he’d won, an’ t’ brahd he’d kissed,

On t’ thresho’d knelt, her garter gitten,

Fra snowy breasts ther kerchiefs stown,

Then wi’ ther budding charms war smitten.


Again they put up the hare, and the old dog gave chase.

Fra Scaling dyke ti Wapley end,

Thruff Tommy[44] geese an’ Mary44 stee,

Alang t’ au’d to’npike, here then theer

That witched hare alang did flee.