Along the river-zide, O,
An' païls to zet avore her knees,
At dawn an' evenèn-tide, O;
An' there she still mid zit, an' look
Athirt upon the woody nook
Where vu'st I zeed her by the brook
Bezide the Winter's Willow.
Zoo, who would heed the treeless down,
A-beät by all the storms, O,
Or who would heed the busy town,