An' in zummer their sheäde to the green;
An' there, as in zummer we play'd at our geämes,
We ēach own'd a tree,
Vor we wer but dree,
An' zoo the dree woaks wer a-call'd by our neämes.
An' two did grow scraggy out over the road,
An' they wer call'd Jimmy's an' mine;
An' tother wer Jeännet's, much kindlier grow'd,
Wi' a knotless an' white ribbèd rine.
An' there, o' fine nights avore gwäin in to rest,