All the vo'k wer a-gather'd as if 'twer a feäir,
An' he thought, though his pleäce mid be pleazèn to zome,
He could all but ha' wish'd that he hadden a-come.
The bride wer a-smilèn as fresh as a rwose,
An' when he come wi' her, an' show'd his poor nose.
All the little bwoys shouted, an' cried "There he goes,"
"There he goes." Oh! vor his peärt he velt
As if the poor heart o'n would melt.
An' when they stood up by the chancel together,
Oh! a man mid ha' knock'd en right down wi' a veather,