While I plaïted, out o' rushes,
Little baskets vor my hand;
Bezide the clote that there did float,
Wi' yollow blossoms, on the river.
When the western zun's a vallèn,
What sh'ill vaïce is now a-callèn
Hwome the deäiry to the païls;
Who do dreve em on, a-flingèn
Wide-bow'd horns, or slowly zwingèn
Right an' left their tufty taïls?