O thread o' love by God unwound,
How He in time do bring things round;
ZUMMER THOUGHTS IN WINTER TIME.
Well, aye, last evenèn, as I shook
My locks ov haÿ by Leecombe brook.
The yollow zun did weakly glance
Upon the winter meäd askance,
A-castèn out my narrow sheäde
Athirt the brook, an' on the meäd.