Than the rest wi' scornvul brows
All a-flantèn in their best.
Gaÿ did seem, at feäst or feäir,
Zights that I had her to sheäre;
Gaÿ would be my own heart still,
But vor Jeäne o' Grenley Mill.
Jeäne—a-checkèn ov her love—
Leän'd to woone that, as she guess'd,
Stood in worldly wealth above
Me she know'd she lik'd the best.