Now the zunny aïr's a-blowèn
Softly over flowers a-growèn;
An' the sparklèn light do quiver
On the ivy-bough an' river;
Bleätèn lambs, wi' woolly feäces,
Now do plaÿ, a-runnèn reäces;
An' the springèn
Lark's a-zingèn,
Lik' a dot avore the cloud,
High above the ashes sh'oud.