But our's is now a lifeless pleäce,
Vor we've a-lost a smilèn feäce—
Young Meäry Meäd o' merry mood,
Vor she's a-woo'd an' wedded.
The dog that woonce wer glad to bear
Her fondlèn vingers down his heäir,
Do leän his head ageän the vloor,
To watch, wi' heavy eyes, the door;
An' men she zent so happy hwome
O' Zadurdays, do seem to come