Now the childern be a-pryèn
Roun' the berried bremble-bow,
Zome a-laughèn, woone a-cryèn
Vor the slent her frock do show.
Bwoys be out a-pullèn low
Slooe-boughs, or a-runnèn
Where, on zides of hazzle-wrides,
Nuts do hang a-zunnèn.
Where do reach roun' wheat-ricks yollow
Oves o' thatch, in long-drawn ring,