Behind the waggon,
To teäke our road vrom the meäd a-mow'd.
When church is out, an' we all so slowly
About the knap be a-spreadèn wide,
How gaÿ the paths be where we do strolly
Along the leäne an' the hedge's zide;
But nwone's a voun', O,
Up hill or down, O,
So gaÿ's the road drough the meäd a-mow'd.
An' when the visher do come, a-drowèn