In rollèn winds athirt the ground;
While sheenèn-ribbons' color'd streäks
Did flutter roun' the maïdens' cheäks,
As they did zit, wi' smilèn lips,
A-reachèn out their vinger-tips
Toward zome teäkèn pleäce or zight
That they did shew us, left or right;
An' woonce, when Jimmy tried to pleäce
A kiss on cousin Polly's feäce,
She push'd his hat, wi' wicked leers,