What's feäir, a-tried by heaven's light,
Why never fear that evil will
Can meäke a wrong o' your good right.
The right wull stand,
Vor all man's hand,
Till streams on zand, an' wind in gleädes,
Can zweep awaÿ the zuncast sheädes.
TIMES O' YEAR.
Here did swäy the eltrot flow'rs,