Where zellers bwold to buyers shy
Did hollow round us, “What d’ye buy?”
An’ scores o’ merry tongues did speak
At woonce, an’ childern’s pipes did squeak,
An’ horns did blow, an’ drums did rumble,
An’ bawlèn merrymen did tumble;
An’ woone did all but want an edge
To peärt the crowd wi’, lik’ a wedge.
We zaw the dancers in a show
Dance up an’ down, an’ to an’ fro,
Upon a rwope, wi’ chalky zoles,
So light as magpies up on poles;
An’ tumblers, wi’ their streaks an’ spots,
That all but tied theirzelves in knots.
An’ then a conjurer burn’d off
Poll’s han’kerchief so black’s a snoff,
An’ het en, wi’ a single blow,
Right back ageän so white as snow.
An’ after that, he fried a fat
Girt ceäke inzide o’ my new hat;
An’ yet, vor all he did en brown,
He didden even zweal the crown.
SHRODON FEÄR.
The rest o’t.
An’ after that we met wi’ zome
O’ Mans’on vo’k, but jist a-come,
An’ had a raffle vor a treat
All roun’, o’ gingerbread to eat;
An’ Tom meäde leäst, wi’ all his sheäkes,
An’ paid the money vor the ceäkes,
But wer so lwoth to put it down
As if a penny wer a poun’.
