An' while I went 'ithin a traïn,
A-ridèn on athirt the plaïn,
A-cleären swifter than a hound,
On twin-laid rails, the zwimmèn ground;
I cast my eyes 'ithin a park,
Upon a woak wi' grey-white bark,
An' while I kept his head my mark,
The rest did wheel around en.
An' when in life our love do cling
The clwosest round zome single thing,