An' younger woones do plaÿ an' joke,
An' in the evenèn all our vo'k
Do bring em gwaïn athirt the hill.
An' while the green do zwarm wi' wold
An' young, so thick as sheep in vwold,
The bellows in the blacksmith's shop,
An' miller's moss-green wheel do stop,
An' lwonesome in the wheelwright's shed
'S a-left the wheelless waggon-bed;
While zwarms o' comèn friends do tread