Upon the knap, his eärms astrout,
A-zendèn on the weary veet
By where the dree cross roads do meet;
An' I've a-come so much thik woy,
Wi' happy heart, a man or bwoy,
That I'd a-meäde, at last, a'móst
A friend o' thik wold guidèn post.
An' there, wi' woone white eärm he show'd,
Down over bridge, the Leyton road;
Wi' woone, the leäne a-leädèn roun'