Thik happy night, at Herrenston.
An' then the clerk, avore the vier,
Begun to lead, wi' smilèn feäce,
A carol, wi' the Monkton quire,
That rung drough all the crowded pleäce.
An' dins' o' words an' laughter broke
In merry peals drough clouds o' smoke;
Vor hardly wer there woone that spoke,
But pass'd a joke, at Herrenston.
Then man an' maïd stood up by twos,