Or angel, wi' a helpèn han',
Or whether all o't wer a dream,
They didden deäre to cut the beam.
THE VAÏCES THAT BE GONE.
When evenèn sheädes o' trees do hide
A body by the hedge's zide,
An' twitt'rèn birds, wi' plaÿsome flight,
Do vlee to roost at comèn night,
Then I do saunter out o' zight