Do kill thy flowers, an' avore
Thy bird-cage is a-took in door,
Though meäple leaves be yollow.
NIGHT A-ZETTEN IN.
When leäzers wi' their laps o' corn
Noo longer be a-stoopèn,
An' in the stubble, all vorlorn,
Noo poppies be a-droopèn;
When theäse young harvest-moon do weäne,