Zoo now I'll tweil an' tweil ageän.
When the smokeless tun's a-growèn
Cwold as dew below the stars,
An' when the vier noo mwore's a-glowèn
Red between the window bars,
We then do lay our weary heads
In peace upon their nightly beds,
An' gi'e woone sock, wi' heavèn breast,
An' then breathe soft the breath o' rest,
Till day do call the sons o' men