While the blast did blow
On over Ashknowle Hill
To the mill below;
A-blinkèn quick, wi' lashes long,
Above her cheäks o' red,
Ageän the wind, a-beätèn strong,
Upon her droopèn head.
Oh! let dry win' blow bleäk,
On her cheäk so heäle,
But let noo raïn-shot chill