Vor all it had noo raïn to shed;
An' as the darkness gather'd thick,
I zot me down below a rick,
Where straws upon the win' did ride
Wi' giddy flights, along my zide,
Though unmolestèn me a-restèn,
Where I laÿ 'ithin the lew.
My wife's bright vier indoors did cast
Its fleäme upon the window peänes
That screen'd her teäble, while the blast