Along, a-bendèn in a bow,
An' vish, wi' zides o' zilver-white,
Do flash vrom shoals a dazzlèn light;
An' alders by the water's edge,
Do sheäde the ribbon-bleäded zedge,
An' where, below the withy's head,
The zwimmèn clote-leaves be a-spread,
The angler is a-zot at noon
Upon the flow'ry bank in June.
Vor all the aiër that do bring