Her steps along the dewy grass.
An' in the evenèn, when the zun
Do sheen ageän the western brows
O' hills, where bubblèn brooks do run,
There she do zing bezide her cows.
An' ev'ry cow of hers do stand,
An' never overzet her païl;
Nor try to kick her nimble hand,
Nor switch her wi' her heavy taïl.
Noo leädy, wi' her muff an' vaïl,