I woonce did work, wi' noo sound there
But my own strokes, an' chirpèn birds;
As down the west the zun went wan,
An' days brought on our Zunday's rest,
When sounds o' cheemèn bells did vill
The aïr, an' hook an' axe wer stïll.
Along the wold town-path vo'k went,
An' met unknown, or friend wi' friend,
The maïd her busy mother zent,
The mother wi' noo maïd to zend;