Wi' swingèn taïls an' woolly lags,
A-playèn roun' their veedèn dams
An' pullèn o' their milky bags.
An' I bezide a hawthorn tree,
Do' zit upon the zunny down,
While sheädes o' zummer clouds do vlee
Wi' silent flight along the groun'.
An' there, among the many cries
O' sheep an' lambs, my dog do pass
A zultry hour, wi' blinkèn eyes,