AT peace day, who but we should goo (In 1856 after the Crimean War)

To Caundle vor an’ hour or two:

As gaÿ a day as ever broke

Above the heads o’ Caundle vo'k, folk

Vor peace, a-come vor all, did come

To them wi’ two new friends at hwome.

Zoo while we kept, wi’ nimble peäce, pace

The wold dun tow'r avore our feäce, old

The aïr, at last, begun to come

Wi’ drubbèns ov a beäten drum;

An’ then we heärd the horns’ loud droats throats

Plaÿ off a tuen's upper notes; tune's

An’ then ageän a-risèn cheärm noise

Vrom tongues o’ people in a zwarm:

An’ zoo, at last, we stood among so

The merry feäces o’ the drong. lane

An’ there, wi’ garlands all a-tied

In wreaths and bows on every zide,

An’ color'd flags, a fluttrèn high

An’ bright avore the sheenèn sky, shining

The very guide-post wer a-drest signpost

Wi’ posies on his eärms an’ breast. arms

At last, the vo'k zwarm'd in by scores folk

An’ hundreds droo the high barn-doors, through

To dine on English feäre, in ranks, fare (food)

A-zot on chairs, or stools, or planks,

By bwoards a-reachèn, row an’ row, tables

Wi’ cloths so white as driven snow.

An’ while they took, wi’ merry cheer,

Their pleäces at the meat an’ beer,

The band did blow an’ beät aloud

Their merry tuèns to the crowd; tunes

An’ slowly-zwingèn flags did spread

Their hangèn colors over head.

An’ then the vo'k, wi’ jaÿ an’ pride, folk, joy

Stood up in stillness, zide by zide,

Wi’ downcast heads, the while their friend

Rose up avore the teäble's end,

An’ zaid a timely greäce, an’ blest

The welcome meat to every guest.

An’ then arose a mingled naïse noise

O’ knives an’ pleätes, an’ cups an’ traÿs,

An’ tongues wi’ merry tongues a-drown'd

Below a deaf'nèn storm o’ sound.

An’ zoo, at last, their worthy host so

Stood up to gi'e em all a twoast, give

That they did drink, wi’ shouts o’ glee,

An’ whirlèn eärms to dree times dree. arms, three

An’ when the bwoards at last wer beäre tables, bare

Ov all the cloths an’ goodly feäre, fare (food)

An’ froth noo longer rose to zwim

Within the beer-mugs sheenèn rim, shining

The vo'k, a-streamèn drough the door, folk, through

Went out to geämes they had in store.