An' when we all, lik' loosen'd hounds,
Broke out o' doors, wi' merry sounds,
Our friends among the plaÿsome team,
All brought us gwäin so vur's the stream.
But Jeäne, that there, below a gleam
O' light, watch'd woone o's out o' zight;
Vor willènly, vor his "Good night,"
She'd longer bide awake, John.
An' while up Leighs we stepp'd along
Our grassy path, wi' joke an' zong,