Do sound upon our ears the seäme,
Do kindle love anew, John,
Do wet woone's eyes wi' dew, John,
As we do sheäke, vor friendship's seäke,
His vist an' vind en true, John.
What tender thoughts do touch woone's soul,
When we do zee a meäd or hill
Where we did work, or plaÿ, or stroll,
An' talk wi' vaïces that be still;
'Tis touchèn vor to treäce, John,