They turned and bowed most dignified to all the folk of Marley!
Poorly pen of sage or scribe could such scenes of joy describe,
Or due praises fair ascribe, where all were nearly equal!
The love-making I’ve forgot in each cosy saustagh[54] spot—
Yet now I think I’d better not go tell, but wait the sequel.
Everything must have an end, and the girshas[55] home did wend,
With guarding brother and a friend—this last was absent rarely!
Late the Murphys by the hearth talked about the evening’s mirth—
Ne’er a dance upon the earth could match that one at Marley.
Patrick J. McCall (1861).