Wi' tothers, took her han' wi' pride,
To meäke her at the church his bride,
Her weddèn day in mornèn.
Wi' litty voot an' beätèn heart
She stepp'd up in the new light cart,
An' took her bridemaïd up to ride
Along wi' Robert at her zide:
An' uncle's meäre look'd roun' wi' pride
To zee that, if the cart wer vull,
'Twer Jenny that he had to pull,