Zoo after supper wer a-done,
They clear'd the teaebles, an' begun
To have a little bit o' fun,
As long as they mid stop.
The wold woones took their pipes to smoke,
An' tell their teaeles, an' laugh an' joke,
A-looken at the younger vo'k,
That got up vor a hop.
Woone screaep'd away, wi' merry grin,
A fiddle stuck below his chin;
An' woone o'm took the rollen pin,
An' beaet the fryen pan.
An' tothers, dancen to the soun',
Went in an' out, an' droo an' roun',
An' kick'd, an' beaet the tuen down,
A-laughen, maid an' man.
An' then a maid, all up tip-tooe,
Vell down; an' woone o'm wi' his shoe
Slit down her pocket-hole in two,
Vrom top a-most to bottom.
An' when they had a-danc'd enough,
They got a-playen blindman's buff,
An' sard the maidens pretty rough,
When woonce they had a-got em.
An' zome did drink, an' laugh, an' roar,
An' lots o' teaeles they had in store,
O' things that happen'd years avore
To them, or vo'k they know'd.
An' zome did joke, an' zome did zing,
An' meaeke the girt wold kitchen ring;
Till uncle's cock, wi' flappen wing,
Stratch'd out his neck an' crow'd.