An' shepherd by the thornèn tree;
An' heärd the merry dréver zing,
But met noo kith or kin to me,
Till I come down, vrom Meldon's crown
To rufs o' brown, at Meldonley.
THE HOLLOW WOAK.
The woaken tree, so hollow now,
To souls ov other times wer sound,
An' reach'd on ev'ry zide a bough