Mornen

When vu'st the breaken day is red,An' grass is dewy wet,An' roun' the blackberry's a-spreadThe spider's gliss'nen net,Then I do dreve the cows acrossThe brook that's in a vog,While they do trot, an' bleaere, an' tossTheir heads to hook the dog;Vor the cock do gi'e me warnen,An' light or dark,So brisk's a lark,I'm up at break o' mornen.

Avore the maiden's sleep's a-brokeBy window-striken zun,Avore the busy wife's vu'st smokeDo curl above the tun,My day's begun. An' when the zun'S a-zinken in the west,The work the mornen brought's a-done,An' I do goo to rest,Till the cock do gi'e me warnen;An' light or dark,So brisk's a lark,I'm up ageaen nex' mornen.

We can't keep back the daily zun,The wind is never still,An' never ha' the streams a-doneA-runnen down at hill.Zoo they that ha' their work to do,Should do't so soon's they can;Vor time an' tide will come an' goo,An' never wait vor man,As the cock do gi'e me warnen;When, light or dark,So brisk's a lark,I'm up so rathe in mornen.

We've leaezes where the air do blow,An' meaeds wi' deaeiry cows,An' copse wi' lewth an' sheaede belowThe overhangen boughs.An' when the zun, noo time can tire,'S a-quench'd below the west,Then we've, avore the bleaezen vire,A settle vor to rest,--To be up ageaen nex' mornenSo brisk's a lark,When, light or dark,The cock do gi'e us warnen.