Be gone, my fancy's zun do sheen
At hwome at Grenley Water.
As when the work-vo'k us'd to ride
In waggon, by the hedge's zide,
Drough evenèn sheädes that trees cast down
Vrom lofty stems athirt the groun';
An' in at house the mug went roun',
While ev'ry merry man praïs'd up
The pretty maïd that vill'd his cup,
The maïd o' Grenley Water.