Above the dance at Woodcom' green,
An' all o' they that now do lie
So low all roun' the speer so high,
Woonce, vrom the biggest to the leäst,
Had merry hearts at Woodcom' feäst.
Zoo keep it up, an' gi'e it on
To other vo'k when we be gone.
Come otit; vor when the zettèn zun
Do leäve in sheäde our harmless fun,
The moon a-risèn in the east