The chattèn, laughèn, shiften drong,
When wold an' young, an' high an' low,
Do streamy round, an' to an' fro;
But what new feäce that we don't know,
Can ever meäke woone's warm heart dance
Among ten thousan', lik' a glance
O' looks we know'd avore, John.
How of'en have the wind a-shook
The leaves off into yonder brook,
Since vu'st we two, in youthvul strolls,