An' sloth is tiresome wi' its rest.
Zoo, then, I'd sooner beär my peärt,
Ov all the trials vo'k do rue,
Than have a deadness o' the heart,
Wi' nothèn mwore to veel or do.
THE MAY-TREE.
I've a-come by the Maÿ-tree all times o' the year,
When leaves wer a-springèn,
When vrost wer a-stingèn,