There I do seem ageän to ride
The hosses to the water-zide,
An' zee the visher fling his hook
Below the withies by the brook;
Or Fanny, wi' her blushèn look,
Car on her païl, or come to dip
Wi' ceäreful step, her pitcher's lip
Down into Grenley Water.
If I'd a farm wi' vower ploughs,
An' vor my deäiry fifty cows;