NOWT BUD LUV COULD BE.
T’ meean war leeaking doon on t’ yeth
Leyke a silver ball yah neet,
An’ stars war twinkling ivver seea,
Whahl t’ sky war all aleet
Wi’ t’ gems ov Heaven up aboon.
Seea gran’ tha leak’d ti t’ e’e,
Yan felt fair capp’d ti think doon there
‘At owt bud luv c’u’d be;
Foor t’ beetles hum’d ez round tha swirl’d,