A-rottlèn loud, an' foamèn white.
The leaves did quiver,
Gnots did whiver,
By the river, where the pool,
In evenèn aïr did glissen cool.
An' childern there, a-runnèn wide,
Did plaÿ their geämes along the grove,
Vor though to us 'twer jaÿ to bide
At rest, to them 'twer jaÿ to move.
The while my smilèn