An' left en a-stripp'd to the wintery sky.
But woone ov his eäcorns, a-zet in the Fall,
Come up the Spring after, below
The trees at her head-stwone 'ithin the church-wall,
An' mother, to see how did grow,
Shed a tear; an' when father an' she wer bwoth dead,
There they wer laid deep,
Wi' their Jeännet, to sleep,
Wi' her at his zide, an' her tree at her head.
An' vo'k do still call the wold house the dree woaks,