On the turf bezide the copse,
In zummer weather,
We together,
Sorrow-slightèn, work-vorgettèn.
Gambol'd wi' the zun a-zetten.
There, by flow'ry bows o' bramble,
Under hedge, in ash-tree sheädes,
The dun-heaïr'd ho'se did slowly ramble
On the grasses' dewy bleädes,
Zet free o' lwoads,