"Lo! lo!"—the women cried;
"Ho! ho!"—the men replied;
"Health, health,—attend ye wi' your wealth,
Good merry Bleäke o' Blackmwore."
Then John, a-praïs'd, flung up his crown,
All back a-laughèn in a roar.
They praïs'd his wife, an' she look'd down
A-simperèn towards the vloor.
Then up they sprung a-dancèn reels,
An' up went tooes, an' up went heels,