When, light or dark,
So brisk's a lark,
I'm up so rathe in mornèn.
We've leäzes where the aïr do blow,
An' meäds wi' deäiry cows,
An' copse wi' lewth an' sheäde below
The overhangèn boughs.
An' when the zun, noo time can tire,
'S a-quench'd below the west,
Then we've, avore the bleäzèn vire,