An' zome o'm be a-wantèn bread,
Zome, better off, ha' died,
Noo mwore to ho,
Vor homes below
The trees a-swaÿen to an' fro.
An' I could leäd ye now all round
The parish, if I would, John,
An' show ye still the very ground
Where vive good housen stood, John
In broken orcha'ds near the spot,