A frock vor them to zew an' wear.
"Then next you'll zee her bend her head
Above her aïlèn husband's bed,
A-fannèn, wi' an inward praÿ'r,
His burnèn brow wi' beäten aïr;
The while the clock, by candle light,
Do show that 'tis the dead o' night.
"An' here ageän upon the wall,
Where we do zee her last ov all,
Her husband's head's a-hangèn low,