But never stir the sleepèn sheäde.
As when you stood upon the brink
O' yonder brook, wi' back-zunn'd head,
Your zunny-grounded sheäde did zink
Upon the water's grav'lly bed,
Where weäves could zweep
Away, or keep,
The gravel heap that they'd a-meäde,
But never wash away the sheäde.
An' zoo, when you can woonce vulvil