Vor light the eyes, vor eyes the light's a-meäde.
'Tis gi'e an' teäke,
An' woone vor others' seäke;
In peäirs a-workèn out their ends,
Though men be foes that should be friends.
THE LEW O' THE RICK.
At eventide the wind wer loud
By trees an' tuns above woone's head,
An' all the sky wer woone dark cloud,