Doo he sheäde the water still,
Where the rushes be a-growèn,
Where the sullen Stour's a-flowèn
Drough the meäds vrom mill to mill?
Vor if a tree wer dear to me,
Oh! 'twer thik aspen by the river.
There, in eegrass new a-shootèn,
I did run on even vootèn,
Happy, over new-mow'd land;
Or did zing wi' zingèn drushes