O! Meäry, when the zun went down,
Woone night in Spring, wi' vi'ry rim,
Behind thik nap wi' woody crown,
An' left your smilèn feäce so dim;
Your little sister there, inside,
Wi' bellows on her little knee,
Did blow the vier, a-glearèn wide
Drough window-peänes, that I could zee,—
As you did stan' wi' me, avore
The house, a-peärten,—woone smile mwore.