When in happy times we met,
Then by look an' deed I show'd,
How my love wer all a-zet
In the smiles that she bestow'd.
She mid have, o' left an' right,
Maïdens feäirest to the zight;
I'd a-chose among em still,
Pretty Jeäne o' Grenley Mill.
She wer feäirer, by her cows
In her work-day frock a-drest,