Zoo then the leädy an’ the squier, so

At Chris'mas, gather'd girt an’ small, great

Vor me'th, avore their roarèn vier, mirth, fire

An’ roun’ their bwoard, 'ithin the hall; table

An’ there, in glitt'rèn rows, between

The roun’-rimm'd pleätes, our knives did sheen, shine

Wi’ frothy eäle, an’ cup an’ can, ale

Vor maïd an’ man, at Herrenston.

An’ there the jeints o’ beef did stand,

Lik’ cliffs o’ rock, in goodly row;

Where woone mid quarry till his hand one might

Did tire, an’ meäke but little show;

An’ after we'd a-took our seat,

An’ greäce had been a-zaid vor meat, food

We zet to work, an’ zoo begun so

Our feäst an’ fun at Herrenston.

An’ mothers there, bezide the bwoards,

Wi’ little childern in their laps,

Did stoop, wi’ lovèn looks an’ words,

An’ veed em up wi’ bits an’ draps;

An’ smilèn husbands went in quest

O’ what their wives did like the best;

An’ you'd ha’ zeed a happy zight, seen

Thik merry night, at Herrenston. that

An’ then the band, wi’ each his leaf

O’ notes, above us at the zide,

Plaÿ'd up the praïse ov England's beef

An’ vill'd our hearts wi’ English pride;

An’ leafy chaïns o’ garlands hung,

Wi’ dazzlèn stripes o’ flags, that swung

Above us, in a bleäze o’ light,

Thik happy night, at Herrenston. that

An’ then the clerk, avore the vier, fire

Begun to leäd, wi’ smilèn feäce,

A carol, wi’ the Monkton quire,

That rung drough all the crowded pleäce. through

An’ dins’ o’ words an’ laughter broke

In merry peals drough clouds o’ smoke;

Vor hardly wer there woone that spoke, one

But pass'd a joke, at Herrenston.

Then man an’ maïd stood up by twos,

In rows, drough passage, out to door,

An’ gaïly beät, wi’ nimble shoes,

A dance upon the stwonèn floor. stone

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, so, great folk's

When they can stoop, wi’ kindly smile,

An’ teäke a poor man by the hand,

An’ cheer en in his daily tweil.