Tha teeak ther neetly rist.
T’ noisy creeaks ’ed geean ti reeast,
Ther war nowt yan c’u’d see
Ti mak it hard upon this yeth
Foor owt bud luv ti be.
Bud whahl yan tried ti mak it oot,
A flittermoose fligg’d by,
An’ t’ ullot’s shadow darken’d t’ grund,
An t’ neet-jar gav its cry,
An t’ fox yapp’d wiv its neease ti t’ grund,