Wi' spreadėn eärms that wheeled to guide

Us each in turn to tother zide.

An' vu'st ov all the traïn he took

My wife, wi' winsome gaït an' look;

An' then zent on my little maïd,

A-skippen onward, over-jaÿ'd

To reach ageän the pleäce o' pride,

Her comely mother's left han' zide.

An' then, a-wheelėn roun', he took

On me, 'ithin his third white nook.