But sweeter jaÿ up here above
Wi' bright-ey'd me'th below the tree.
Now unknown veet do beät the vloor,
An' unknown han's do shut the door,
An' unknown men do ride abrode,
An' hwome ageän on thik wold road,
Drough geätes all now a-hung anew.
Noo mind but mine ageän can call
Wold feäces back around the wall,
Down there below, or here above,