Or she mid walk your comely peäce,
But seem, although a-chattèn loud,
So dumb's a cloud, in that bright pleäce:
Would youth so feäir,
A-passèn there,
Be jaÿ or païn, be païn or jaÿ.
'Tis seldom strangth or comeliness
Do leäve us long. The house do show
Men's sons wi' mwore, as they ha' less,
An' daughters brisk, vor mothers slow.