Behind wi' the sowin',
An' rent-day to meet,
For first time o' knowin'
John Buckham was beat;
Torpedoed an' swimmin'
An' fairly done in,
When someone said, "Wimmin
Would suit ye at Lynn."

Dal Midwood, at Mutcham,
Who runs by old rules,
Said, "John, don't 'ee touch em--
A pa'sel o' fules
Aye dabbin' an' trimmin'
Wi' powder an' pin;
No, don't 'ee have wimmin,
John Buckham, at Lynn."

Well, back wi' the sowin',
An' rent-day to meet,
I had to get goin'
Or own I were beat.
The banks needed trimmin';
The roots wasn't in;
'Twas either take wimmin
Or walk out o' Lynn.

They came. They was pretty
An' white o' the hand,