A Happy day at Whitsuntide,
  As soon ’s the zun begun to vall,
We all strolled up the steep hill-zide
  To Meldon, gret an’ small;
Out where the Castle wall stood high
A-mwoldrèn to the zunny sky.

An’ there wi’ Jenny took a stroll
  Her youngest sister, Poll, so gaÿ,
Bezide John Hind, ah! merry soul,
  An’ mid her...