A happy pleäce wi' her kind feäce?
Oh, no! my hope, no, no.
I don't stand out 'tis only feäte
Do gi'e to each his wedded meäte;
But eet there's woone above the rest,
That every soul can like the best.
An' my wold love's a-kindled new,
An' my wold dream's a-come out true;
But while I had noo soul to sheäre
My good an' ill, an' jäy an ceäre,