Grass vor mowèn, where the bridge
Do leäd to Ryall's on the ridge.
But who do know when liv'd an' died
The squier o' the mwoldrèn hall;
That lined en wi' a stwonèn wall,
An' steän'd so cleän his wat'ry zide?
We behind en,
Now can't vind en,
But do mind en, an' do thank
His meäker vor his little tank.