I velt too well the ob'nèn door
Would leäd noo mwore where he did bide
An' where I heärd his vaïces sound,
In me'th around the vier-zide.
As I've a-zeed how vast do vall
The mwold'rèn hall, the wold vo'ks pride,
Where merry hearts wer woonce a-ved
Wi' daily bread, why I've a-sigh'd,
To zee the wall so green wi' mwold,
An' vind so cwold the vier-zide.