Her head wer small, her horns turn'd in

Avore Her feäce so sharp's a pin:

Her eyes wer vull, her ears wer thin,

An' she wer red vrom head to taïl,

An' didden start nor kick the païl,

When Nanny zot to milk her.

But losses zoon begun to vall

On Nanny's fàther, that wi' all

His tweil he voun', wi' breakèn heart,

That he mus' leäve his ground, an' peärt