If you should wink why they will wait,
Upon the road by the turnpike gate.
Oh, lovely night, when all alone,
The lads and lasses toddling home;
In a few months’ time the girls will show
The game was played coming from the Show.
The farmers’ lads will you not mind,
The factory girls will dress so fine,
They’ll go and leave the silk machine,
To make little boys and girls by steam.