Drough hollows up the hills,

Vrom knaps along by mills,

Vrom mills by churches tow'rs, wi' bells

That twold the hours to woody dells.

An' when the windèn road do guide

The thirsty vootman where mid flow

The water vrom a rock bezide

His vootsteps, in a sheenèn bow;

The hand a-hollow'd up

Do beät a goolden cup,