'Ithin a stirrup, sheenèn new,
An' leäve all other jaÿs to goo
Along wi' Ruth a-ridèn.
If maïdens that be weäk an' peäle
A-mwopèn in the house's sheäde,
Would wish to be so blithe and heäle
As you did zee young Ruth a-meäde;
Then, though the zummer zun mid glow,
Or though the Winter win' mid blow,
They'd leäp upon the saddle's bow,