In rows, drough passage, out to door,
An' gaïly beät, wi' nimble shoes,
A dance upon the stwonèn floor.
But who is worthy vor to tell,
If she that then did bear the bell,
Wer woone o' Monkton, or o' Ceäme,
Or zome sweet neäme ov Herrenston.
Zoo peace betide the girt vo'k's land,
When they can stoop, wi' kindly smile,
An' teäke a poor man by the hand,