skip about,
An' cou'se the maidens in an' out,
A-meaeken such a randy-rout,
You coulden hear a drum.

An' Tom, a-springen after Bet
Blind-vwolded, whizz'd along, an' het
Poor Grammer's zide, an' overzet
Her chair, at blind-man's buff;
An' she, poor soul, as she did vall,
Did show her snags o' teeth an' squall,
An' what, she zaid, wer wo'se than all,
She shatter'd all her snuff.

An' Bet, a-hoppen back vor fear
O' Tom, struck uncle zomewhere near,
An' meaede his han' spill all his beer
Right down her poll an' back;
An' Joe, in middle o' the din,
Slipt out a bit, an' soon come in
Wi' all below his dapper chin
A-jumpen in a zack.

An' in a twinklen tother chaps
Jist hung en to a crook wi' straps,
An' meaede en bear the maidens' slaps,
An' prickens wi' a pin.
An' Jim, a-catchen Poll, poor chap,
In back-house in the dark, vell slap
Athirt a tub o' barm,--a trap
She set to catch en in.

An' then we zot down out o' breath,
An' meaede a circle roun' the he'th,
A-keepen up our harmless me'th,
Till supper wer a-come.
An' after we'd a-had zome prog,
All tother chaps begun to jog,
Wi' sticks to lick a thief or dog,
To zee the maidens hwome.

FANNYS BE'TH-DAY.

How merry, wi' the cider cup,
We kept poor Fanny's be'th-day up!
An' how our busy tongues did run
An' hands did wag, a-meaeken fun!
What playsome anticks zome [=o]'s done!
An' how, a-reelen roun' an' roun',
We beaet the merry tuen down,
While music wer a-sounden!

The maidens' eyes o' black an' blue
Did glisten lik' the mornen dew;
An' while the cider-mug did stand
A-hissen by the bleaezen brand,
An' uncle's pipe wer in his hand,
How little he or we did think
How peaele the zetten stars did blink
While music wer a-sounden.

An' Fanny's last young _teen_ begun,
Poor maid, wi' thik day's risen zun,
An' we all wish'd her many mwore
Long years wi' happiness in store;
An' as she went an' stood avore
The vier, by her father's zide,
Her mother dropp'd a tear o' pride
While music wer a-sounden.

An' then we did all kinds o' tricks
Wi' han'kerchiefs, an' strings, an' sticks:
An' woone did try to overmatch
Another wi' zome cunnen catch,
While tothers slyly tried to hatch
Zome geaeme; but yet, by chap an' maid.
The dancen wer the mwost injay'd,
While music w