Light, wi' a zunsmote maïd,
Come vor my day's last zight,
Zun-brighten'd maïd "Good night."
WENT HWOME.
Upon the slope, the hedge did bound
The yield wi' blossom-whited zide,
An' charlock patches, yollow-dyed,
Did reach along the white-soil'd ground,
An' vo'k, a-comèn up vrom meäd,