But bright did gleäre the twinklèn spwokes
O' runnèn carriage wheels, as vo'ks
Out east did ride along the road,
Bezide the low-bough'd woaks,
An' I'd a-lost the zun vrom view,
Until ageän his feäce mid rise,
A-sheenèn vrom the eastern skies
To brighten up the rwose-borne dew;
But still his lingrèn light did gi'e
My heart a touchèn jaÿ, to zee