While music wer a-soundèn.
The briskest chap ov all the lot
Wer Tom, that danc'd hizzelf so hot,
He doff'd his cwoat an' jump'd about,
Wi' girt new shirt-sleeves all a-strout,
Among the maïdens screamèn out,
A-thinkèn, wi' his strides an' stamps,
He'd squot their veet wi' his girt clamps,
While music wer a-soundèn.
Then up jump'd uncle vrom his chair,