The grass or russlèn haÿ abrode,
The lit'some maïdens an' the chaps,
Wi' bits o' nunchèns in their laps,
Did all zit down upon the knaps
Up there, in under hedge, below
The highest elem o' the row,
Where we did keep our flagon.
There we could zee green vields at hand,
Avore a hunderd on beyand,
An' rows o' trees in hedges roun'