"This dress beoats all, come, lads, and see
A hunt o' Dolly's back!"
The noise wor great, the laugh wor loud;
Lads shaoting hard a-way:
Poor Dolly rag'd, some said shoo swore,
At last we heeard her say—
"Gooid God!" said Dolly, stamping mad,
"Whatever sall I hear?
I'm t' laughing stock for all, egad,