An' zoo wi' sounds o' vaïce, an' bird an' bell,
Noo hour is dull 'ithin our rwosy dell.
An' when the darksome night do hide, John,
Land an' wood on ev'ry zide, John;
An' when the light's a-burnèn on my bwoard,
Then vor pleasures out o' door, John,
I've enough upon my vloor, John:
My Jenny's lovèn deed, an' look, an' word,
An' we be lwoth, lik' culvers zide by zide,
To leäve the plaïn abode where love do bide.