Avore the zummer sky o' blue,
An' I'd noo ho but how to vind
Zome plaÿ to entertaïn my mind;
Along the water, as did wind
Wi' zedgy shoal an' hollow crook,
How I did ramble by the brook
That ran all down vrom gramfer's.
A-holdèn out my line beyond
The clote-leaves, wi' my withy wand,
How I did watch, wi' eager look,