Their scraggy lim's athirt the road,
While evenèn zuns, a'móst a-zet,
Gi'ed goolden light, but little het,
The merry chaps an' maïdens met,
An' look'd to zomebody to neäme
Their bit o' fun, a dance or geäme,
'Twer Poll they cluster'd round.
An' after they'd a-had enough
O' snappèn tongs, or blind-man's buff,
O' winter nights, an' went an' stood