But 'tis drevèn out, Thomas, an' hevèn out.
Trample noo grounds,
Unless you be after the hounds.
Ah! the Squiër o' Culver-dell Hall
Wer as diff'rent as light is vrom dark,
Wi' zome vo'k that, as evenèn did vall,
Had a-broke drough long grass in his park;
Vor he went, wi' a smile, vor to meet
Wi' the trespassers while they did pass,
An' he zaid, "I do fear you'll catch cwold in your veet,