An' evenèn aïr do bring along
The merry deäiry-maïden's zong,
The zong of free light hearts, John.
Oh! why do vo'k so often chaïn
Their pinèn minds vor love o' gaïn,
An' gi'e their innocence to rise
A little in the worold's eyes?
If pride could lift us to the skies,
What man do value God do slight,
An' all is nothèn in his zight