Shall mwope lik' owls 'ithin a tree;
Vor she did zet us all agog
Vor fun, avore the burnèn log."
An' as he zot an' talk'd, the dog
Put up his nose athirt his thighs,
But coulden meäke en turn his eyes,
Jeäne's weddèn day in mornèn.
An' then the naïghbours round us, all
By woones an' twos begun to call,
To meet the young vo'k, when the meäre