Her husband, heartless to his bride,
Spent all her store an' wealth, an' died,
Though she noo mwore could now rejaïce,
Yet sweet did sound her zongless vaïce.
But had she, in her woe,
The higher steäte she had o' leäte
'Ithin the lofty pillar'd geäte,
Wi' stwonèn balls upon the walls?
Oh, no! my heart, no, no.
But while she vell, my Meäker's greäce