AH! sad wer we as we did peäce

The wold church road, wi’ downcast feäce, old

The while the bell, that mwoan'd so deep

Above our child a-left asleep,

Wer now a-zingèn all alive

Wi’ tother bells to meäke the vive.

But up at woone pleäce we come by, one

'Twer hard to keep woone's two eyes dry;

On Steän-cliff road, 'ithin the drong, lane

Up where, as vo'k do pass along, folk

The turnèn stile, a-païnted white,

Do sheen by day an’ show by night. shine

Vor always there, as we did goo

To church, thik stile did let us drough, that, through

Wi’ spreadèn eärms that wheel'd to guide arms

Us each in turn to tother zide.

An’ vu'st ov all the traïn he took first

My wife, wi’ winsome gaït an’ look;

An’ then zent on my little maïd, daughter

A-skippèn onward, overjaÿ'd

To reach ageän the pleäce o’ pride,

Her comely mother's left han’ zide.

An’ then, a-wheelèn roun’, he took

On me, 'ithin his third white nook.

An’ in the fourth, a-sheäkèn wild,

He zent us on our giddy child. son

But eesterday he guided slow

My downcast Jenny, vull o’ woe,

An’ then my little maïd in black,

A-walkèn softly on her track;

An’ after he'd a-turn'd ageän,

To let me goo along the leäne,

He had noo little bwoy to vill

His last white eärms, an’ they stood still.