When cool-winded mornèn did show the hills clear,
When night wer bedimmèn the vields vur an' near.
When, in zummer, his head wer as white as a sheet,
Wi' white buds a-zwellèn,
An' blossom, sweet-smellèn,
While leaves wi' green leaves on his bough-zides did meet,
A-sheädèn the deäisies down under our veet.
When the zun, in the Fall, wer a-wanderèn wan,
An' haws on his head
Did sprinkle en red,