English poem
Iii
by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
Quite cautiously the mill began, For neither knew the other's plan: Each cull completely in the dark, Of vot might be his neighbour's mark; Resolved his fibbing not to mind, Nor yet to pay him back in kind; So on each other kept they tout, And sparred a bit, and dodged about. Ri, tol, lol, etc.