O' cows asleep in glitt'rèn dew;
An' brooks that gleam'd below the light,
An' dim vield paths 'ithout a shoe.
An' gaïly talk'd bezide my ears,
A-laughèn off her needless fears:
Or had the childern uppermost
In mind, instead o' thief or ghost.
An' when our house, wi' open door,
Did rumble hollow round our heads,
She heästen'd up to tother vloor,