O' what their wives did like the best;
An' you'd ha' zeed a happy zight,
Thik merry night, at Herrenston.
An' then the band, wi' each his leaf
O' notes, above us at the zide,
Play'd up the praïse ov England's beef
An' vill'd our hearts wi' English pride;
An' leafy chaïns o' garlands hung,
Wi' dazzlèn stripes o' flags, that swung
Above us, in a bleäze o' light,