An' pull'd out aunt to meäke a peäir;
An' off he zet upon his tooe,
So light's the best that beät a shoe,
Wi' aunt a-crièn "Let me goo:"
While all ov us did laugh so loud,
We drown'd the tuèn o' the croud,
While music wer a-soundèn.
A-comèn out o' passage, Nan,
Wi' pipes an' cider in her han',
An' watchèn uncle up so sprack,