O' Duncombe, wi' the hills a-bound:
Where vew from other peärts did come,
An' vew did travel vur from hwome,
An' small the worold I did know;
But then, what had it to bestow
But Fanny Deäne so good an' feäir?
'Twer wide enough if she wer there.
In our deep hollow where the zun
Did eärly leäve the smoky tun,
An' all the meäds a-growèn dim,