The vo'k, a-streamèn drough the door,
Went out to geämes they had in store
An' on the blue-reäv'd waggon's bed,
Above his vower wheels o' red,
Musicians zot in rows, an' plaÿ'd
Their tuèns up to chap an' maïd,
That beät, wi' plaÿsome tooes an' heels,
The level ground in nimble reels.
An' zome ageän, a-zet in line,
An' startèn at a given sign,