No, no, why you've noo wife at hwome

Abidèn up till you do come,

Zoo leäve your hat upon the pin, so, peg

Vor I'm your waïter. Here's your inn,

Wi’ chair to rest, an’ bed to roost;

You have but little work to do

This vrosty time at hwome in mill,

Your vrozen wheel's a-stannèn still,

The sleepèn ice woont grind vor you.

No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,

Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

As I come by, to-day, where stood

Wi’ neäked trees, the purple wood,

The scarlet hunter's ho'ses veet

Tore up the sheäkèn ground, wind-fleet, as swift as wind

Wi’ reachèn heads, an’ pankèn hides; panting

The while the flat-wing'd rooks in vlock,

Did zwim a-sheenèn at their height; shining

But your good river, since last night,

Wer all a-vroze so still's a rock.

No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,

Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

Zee how the hufflèn win’ do blow, gusty

A-whirlèn down the giddy snow:

Zee how the sky's a-weärèn dim,

Behind the elem's neäked lim’

That there do leän above the leäne;

Zoo teäke your pleäce bezide the dogs, so, fire-dogs

An’ sip a drop o’ hwome-brew'd eäle, ale

An’ zing your zong or tell your teäle,

While I do baït the vier wi’ logs. stoke, fire

No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,

Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

Your meäre's in steäble wi’ her hocks

In straw above her vetterlocks,

A-reachèn up her meäney neck, covered with mane

An’ pullèn down good haÿ vrom reck, rack

A-meäkèn slight o’ snow an’ sleet;

She don't want you upon her back,

To vall upon the slippery stwones

On Hollyhill, an’ break your bwones,

Or miss, in snow, her hidden track.

No, no, you woont goo hwome to-night,

Good Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.

Here, Jenny, come pull out your key

An’ hansel, wi’ zome tidy tea, wedding present

The zilver pot that we do owe

To your prize butter at the show,

An’ put zome bread upon the bwoard.

Ah! he do smile; now that 'ull do,

He'll staÿ. Here, Polly, bring a light,

We'll have a happy hour to-night,

I'm thankvul we be in the lew. shelter

No, no, he woont goo hwome to-night,

Not Robin White, o’ Craglin mill.