Asleep upon their darksome beds,
The stars wer all awake, John.
Noo birds o' day wer out to spread
Their wings above the gully's bed,
An' darkness roun' the elem-tree
'D a-still'd the charmy childern's glee.
All he'ths wer cwold but woone, where we
Wer gaÿ, 'tis true, but gaÿ an' wise,
An' laugh'd in light o' maïden's eyes,
That glissen'd wide awake, John.