Up an' down upon a spraÿ, John,
An' cast his sheäde upon the window square;
Vor birds do know their friends, an' build their nest,
An' love to roost, where they can live at rest.
Out o' town the win' do bring, John,
Peals o' bells when they do ring, John,
An' roun' me here, at hand, my ear can catch
The maïd a-zingèn by the stream, John,
Or carter whislèn wi' his team, John,
Or zingèn birds, or water at the hatch;