An' she could reach noo stwone nor land,
Where woonce her little voot could stand;
Noo ears wer out to hear her cries,
Nor wer she woonce a-zeen by eyes,
Till took up dead at gramfer's.
SLEEP DID COME WI' THE DEW.
O when our zun's a-zinkèn low,
How soft's the light his feäce do drow
Upon the backward road our mind