Or bright drops o' raïn wer a-hung loosely on,
To the tips o' the sprigs when the scud wer a-gone.
An' when, in the winter, the zun did goo low,
An' keen win' did huffle,
But never could ruffle
The hard vrozen feäce o' the water below,
His limbs wer a-fringed wi' the vrost or the snow.
LYDLINCH BELLS.
When skies wer peäle wi' twinklèn stars,