Do walk wi' sich a steätely tread
As she do, wi' her milkèn païl
A-balanc'd on her comely head.
An' she, at mornèn an' at night,
Do skim the yollow cream, an' mwold
An' wring her cheeses red an' white,
An' zee the butter vetch'd an' roll'd.
An' in the barken or the ground,
The chaps do always do their best
To milk the vu'st their own cows round,