"Dear! dear!"—the wife replied;
"There, there,—the house is perty feäir,"
Cried merry Bleäke o' Blackmwore.
Then John he ax'd his friends to warm
His house, an' they, a goodish batch,
Did come alwone, or eärm in eärm,
All roads, a-meäkèn vor his hatch:
An' there below the clavy beam
The kettle-spout did zing an' steam;
An' there wer ceäkes, an' tea wi' cream.