And oh! the jay our rest did yield,
At evenen by the mossy wall,
When we'd a-work'd all day a-vield,
While zummer zuns did rise an' vall;
As there a-letten
Goo all fretten,
An' vorgetten all our tweils,
We zot among our childern's smiles.
An' under skies that glitter'd white,
The while our smoke, arisen blue,
Did melt in aier, out o' zight,
Above the trees that kept us lew;
Wer birds a-zingen,
Tongues a-ringen,
Childern springen, vull o' jay,
A-finishen the day in play.
An' back behind, a-stannen tall,
The cliff did sheen to western light;
An' while avore the water-vall,
A-rottlen loud, an' foamen white.
The leaves did quiver,
Gnots did whiver,
By the river, where the pool,
In evenen air did glissen cool.
An' childern there, a-runnen wide,
Did play their geaemes along the grove,
Vor though to us 'twer jay to bide
At rest, to them 'twer jay to move.
The while my smilen
Jeaene, beguilen,
All my tweilen, wi' her ceaere,
Did call me to my evenen feaere.