When, leäte o' nights, above the green
By thik wold house, the moon do sheen,
A leädy there, a-hangèn low
Her head, 's a-walkèn to an' fro
In robes so white's the driven snow,
Wi' woone eärm down, while woone do rest
All lily-white athirt the breast
O' thik poor weepèn leädy.
The whirlèn wind an' whis'lèn squall
Do sheäke the ivy by the wall,