An' looks I know'd avore, John.
Why is it, friends that we've a-met
By zuns that now ha' long a-zet,
Or winter vires that bleäzed for wold
An' young vo'k, now vor ever cwold,
Be met wi' jaÿ that can't be twold?
Why, 'tis because they friends have all
Our youthvul spring ha' left our fall,—
The looks we know'd avore, John.
'Tis lively at a feäir, among