Mwore lik' a zummer in a dream,
Than zunsheen in the winter.
The wold vo'k now do meet abrode,
An' tell o' winter's they've a-know'd;
When snow wer long above the groun',
Or floods broke all the bridges down,
Or wind unheal'd a half the town,—
The teäles o' wold times long a-gone,
But ever dear to think upon,
The zunsheen o' their winter.