A happy day at Whitsuntide, As soon 's the zun begun to vall, We all stroll'd up the steep hill-zide To Meldon, gret an' small; Out where the Castle wall stood high A-mwoldren to the zunny sky. ...
And passing here through evening dew, He hastened happy to her door, But found the old folk only two With no more footsteps on the floor To walk again below the skies...