My little meäd the breath o' Spring,
By day an' night's a-flowèn wide
Above all other vields bezide;
Vor all the zun above my ground
'S a-zent vor all the naïghbours round,
An' raïn do vall, an' streams do flow,
Vor lands above, an' lands below,
My bit o' meäd is God's own boon,
To me alwone, vrom June to June.