Below their merry chin, min.
An' when the zong, by turn or chaïce,
Went roun' vrom tongue to tongue, min,
Then Gammon pitch'd his merry vaïce,
An' here's the zong he zung, min.
Zong.
If you'll but let your clackers rest
Vrom jabberèn an' hootèn,
I'll teäke my turn, an' do my best,
To zing o' sparrow shootèn.