Upon a swaÿèn blossom's lip:
An' there cried he, "Aye, I can zee,
This blossom's all a-zent vor me."
A-jilted up an' down, astride
Upon a lofty ho'se a-trot,
The meäster then come by wi' pride,
To zee the beäns that he'd a-got;
An' as he zot upon his ho'se,
The ho'se ageän did snort an' toss
His high-ear'd head, an' at the zight