To catch an' drink it, bright an' cool,
A-vallèn light 'ithin the pool.
Zoo when, at last, I hung my head
Wi' thirsty lips a-burnèn dry,
I come bezide a river-bed
Where water flow'd so blue's the sky;
An' there I meäde me up
O' coltsvoot leaf a cup,
Where water vrom his lip o' gray,
Wer sweet to sip thik burnèn day.