An' off the barken raïl's a-vallèn,
Day by day, the rottèn bark.—
But short's the time our works do stand,
So feäir's we put em out ov hand,
Vor time a-passèn, wet an' dry,
Do spweïl em wi' his changèn sky,
The while wi' strivèn hope, we men,
Though a-ruèn time's undoèn,
Still do tweil an' tweil ageän.
In wall-zide sheädes, by leafy bowers,