AN’ while I went 'ithin a traïn,

A-ridèn on athirt the plaïn, across

A-cleärèn swifter than a hound,

On twin-laid raïls, the zwimmèn ground;

I cast my eyes 'ithin a park,

Upon a woak wi’ grey-white bark, oak

An’ while I kept his head my mark, its

The rest did wheel around en. it

An’ when in life our love do cling

The clwosest round zome single thing,

We then do vind that all the rest

Do wheel roun’ that, vor vu'st an best; first

Zoo while our life do last, mid nought so, may

But what is good an’ feäir be sought,

In word or deed, or heart or thought,

An’ all the rest wheel round it.