The vier, by her father's zide,
Her mother dropp'd a tear o' pride
While music wer a-soundèn.
An' then we did all kinds o' tricks
Wi' han'kerchiefs, an' strings, an' sticks:
An' woone did try to overmatch
Another wi' zome cunnèn catch,
While tothers slyly tried to hatch
Zome geäme; but yet, by chap an' maïd.
The dancèn wer the mwost injaÿ'd,