As hers; an' nwone could vind em out
Such geämes to meäke em jump an' shout,
As Poll they cluster'd round.
An' now, since she've a-left em, all
The pleäce do miss her, girt an' small.
In vaïn vor them the zun do sheen
Upon the lwonesome rwoad an' green;
Their zwing do hang vorgot between
The leänen trees, vor they've a-lost
best o' maïdens, to their cost,