The sky wer blushèn in the west,
An' we laid down in peace to rest,
An' sleep did come wi' the dew.
Ah! zome do turn—but tidden right—
The night to day, an' day to night;
But we do zee the vu'st red streak
O' mornèn, when the day do break;
Zoo we don't grow up peäle an' weak,
But we do work wi' health an' strength,
Vrom mornèn drough the whole day's length,