Among all maïdens nwone lik' thee
Vor ever any mwore;
Zoo by the walks that we've a-took
By flow'ry hedge an' zedgy brook,
Dear Jenny, dry your eyes, an' look
As you've a-look'd avore.
Look up, an' let the evenèn light
But sparkle in thy eyes so bright,
As they be open to the light
O' zunzet in the west;