Her weddèn day in mornèn.
An' aunt an' uncle stood stock-still,
An' watch'd em trottèn down the hill;
An' when they turn'd off out o' groun'
Down into leäne, two tears run down
Aunt's feäce; an' uncle, turnèn roun',
Sigh'd woonce, an' stump'd off wi' his stick,
Because did touch en to the quick
To peärt wi' Jeäne thik mornèn.
"Now Jeäne's agone," Tom mutter'd, "we