So high as highest larks do zing.
"Oh! Meäster Collins," then I zaid,
A-lookèn up wi' back-flung head;
Vor who but he, so mild o' feäce,
Should teäke me there to zee the pleäce.
"What is it then theäse tower do meän,
A-built so feäir, an' kept so cleän?"
"Ah! me," he zaid, wi' thoughtvul feäce,
"'Twer grief that zet theäse tower in pleäce.
The squier's e'thly life's a-blest