That slowly rose an' spread abrode
In streamèn aïr above the road.
An' then at church there wer sich lots
O' hats a-hangèn up wi' knots,
An' poles a-stood so thick as iver,
The rushes stood beside a river.
An' Mr Goodman gi'ed em warnèn
To spend their evenèn lik' their mornèn;
An' not to praÿ wi' mornèn tongues,
An' then to zwear wi' evenèn lungs: