To leäve the night a-broodèn dark
At Stalbridge, wi' its grey-wall'd park;
Small jaÿ to me the vields do bring,
Vor all their zummer birds do zing,
Since now thy beams noo mwore do fleäme
In drough the window's stwonèn freäme.
THE WATER-SPRING IN THE LEANE.
Oh! aye! the spring 'ithin the leäne,
A-leäden down to Lyddan Brook;