Cried merry Bleäke o' Blackmwore.
The work begun, an' trowels rung,
An' up the brickèn wall did rise,
An' up the slantèn refters sprung,
Wi' busy blows, an' lusty cries!
An' woone brought planks to meäke a vloor,
An' woone did come wi' durns or door,
An' woone did zaw, an' woone did bore,
"Brick, brick,—there down below,
Quick, quick,—why b'ye so slow?"