Look'd up, an' prick'd her ears upright,
An' whicker'd out wi' all her might;
An' he, a-chucklèn, went to zee
The cows below the sheädy tree,
Wi' leafy boughs a-swaÿen.
An' last ov all, they went to know
How vast the grass in meäd did grow
An' then aunt zaid 'twer time to goo
In hwome,—a-holdèn up her shoe,
To show how wet he wer wi' dew.