Till the wheels did rottle round.
An' there, when wintry win' did blow,
Athirt the plaïn an' hill,
An' the zun wer peäle above the snow,
An' ice did stop the mill,
They did laugh an' joke
Wi' cwoat or cloke,
So warmly roun' em bound,
While the whip did crack
On the ho'ses' back,