Below the King's own nose;
An' guns did pwoint, an' swords did gleäre,
A-fightèn foes that werden there.
Poor Nanny Gill did goo to zell
In town her glitt'rèn macarel,
A-pack'd wi' ceäre, in even lots,
A-ho'seback in a peäir o' pots.
An' zoo when she did ride
Between her panniers wide,
Red-cloked in all her pride,