Ye morts and ye dells [1]
Come out of your cells,
And charm all the palliards about ye; [2]
Here birds of all feathers,
Through deep roads and all weathers,
Are gathered together to toute ye.

II

With faces of wallnut,
And bladder and smallgut,
We're come scraping and singing to rouse ye;
Rise, shake off your straw,
And prepare you each maw [3]
To kiss, eat, and drink till you're bouzy. [4]

[1: women; girls]
[2: beggars [Notes]]
[3: mouth]
[4: drunk,]




"RETOURE MY DEAR DELL" [Notes]
[1725]

[From _The New Canting Dictionary_]