An' cheer en in his daily tweil.
An' oh! mid He that's vur above
The highest here, reward their love,
An' gi'e their happy souls, drough greäce,
A higher pleäce than Herrenston.
OUT AT PLOUGH.
Though cool avore the sheenèn sky
Do vall the sheädes below the copse,
The timber-trees, a-reachèn high,