At the feäst, I do mind very well, all the vo'ks
Wer a-took in a happeren storm
But we chaps took the maïdens, an' kept 'em wi' clokes
Under shelter, all dry an' all warm;
An' to my lot vell Jeäne, that's my bride
That did titter, a-hung at my zide;
Zaid her aunt, "Why the vo'k 'ull talk finely o' you!"
An' cried she, "I don't ceäre if they do."
When the time o' the feäst wer ageän a-come round
An' the vo'k wer a-gather'd woonce mwore
Why, she guess'd if she went there, she'd soon be around
An' a-took seäfely hwome to her door
Zaid her mother, "Tis sure to be wet."
Zaid her cousin, "T'ull rain by zunzet."
Zaid her aunt, "Why the clouds there do look black an' blue."
An' zaid she, "I don't ceäre if they do."
Now she's married, an' still in the midst ov her tweils
She's as happy's the daylight is long
She do goo out abroad wi' her feäce vull o' smiles
An' do work in the house wi' a zong
An', zays woone, "She don't grieve, you can tell."
Zays another, "Why don't she look well!"
Zays her aunt, "Why the young vo'k do envy you two,"
An' zays she, "I don't ceäre if they do."
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