The raïn drops low, upon the ground.
I linger'd there an' miss'd the naïse;
I linger'd there an' miss'd our jaÿs;
I miss'd woone soul beyond the rest;
The maïd that I do like the best.
Vor where her vaïce is gaÿ
An' where her smiles do plaÿ,
There's always jaÿ vor ev'ry breast.
Vor zome vo'k out abroad ha' me'th,
But nwone at hwome bezide the he'th;