So soft an' meek, to souls alwone;
The brook a-gurglèn round a stwone,
An' birds o' day a-zingèn clear,
An' leaves, that I mid zit an' hear
A-rustlèn near, when birds be still.
RIDEN HWOME AT NIGHT.
Oh! no, I quite injaÿ'd the ride
Behind wold Dobbin's heavy heels,
Wi' Jeäne a-prattlèn at my zide,