Did quickly vall an' lightly rise,
While swans did zwim
In steätely trim.
An' swifts did skim the water, bright
Wi' whirlèn froth, in western light;
An' clack, clack, clack, that happy hour,
Wi' whirlèn stwone, an' streamèn flour,
Did goo the mill by cloty Stour.
Now mortery jeints, in streaks o' white,
Along the geärdèn wall do show