English poem
Ii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
{But}{And} when we come to the whitt Our darbies to behold, And for to (take our penitency)(do out penance there) {And}{We} boose the water cold. But when that we come out agen [And the merry hick we meet] We (bite the Cully of; file off with) his cole As (we walk; he pikes) along the street.