The manner of the dance was this: a man is sowing and driving a yoke of oxen, his arms laid at one side, and he turns about frequently as one in fear; a robber approaches; as soon as the sower sees him coming, he snatches up his arms, goes to meet him, and fights with him to save his oxen.
ðə mˈænɚɹ ʌvðə dˈæns wʌz ðˈɪs: ɐ mˈæn ɪz sˈoʊɪŋ ænd dɹˈaɪvɪŋ ɐ jˈoʊk ʌv ˈɑːksən, hɪz ˈɑːɹmz lˈeɪd æt wˈʌn sˈaɪd, ænd hiː tˈɜːnz ɐbˌaʊt fɹˈiːkwəntli æz wˈʌn ɪn fˈɪɹ; ɐ ɹˈɑːbɚɹ ɐpɹˈoʊtʃᵻz; æz sˈuːn æz ðə sˈoʊɚ sˈiːz hˌɪm kˈʌmɪŋ, hiː snˈætʃᵻz ˌʌp hɪz ˈɑːɹmz, ɡoʊz tə mˈiːt hˌɪm, ænd fˈaɪts wɪð hˌɪm tə sˈeɪv hɪz ˈɑːksən.