Of Paladore, as peäle day wore
Awaÿ so feäir.
Oh! how I wish'd that I wer there.
The pleäce wer too vur off to spy
The livèn vo'k a-passèn by;
The vo'k too vur vor aïr to bring
The words that they did speak or zing.
All dum' to me wer each abode,
An' empty wer the down-hill road
Vrom Paladore, as peäle day wore