A HAPPY day at Whitsuntide, br As soon ’s the zun begun to vall, br We all stroll’d up the steep hill-zide br To Meldon, gret an’ small; br Out where the Castle wall stood high br A-mwoldren to the zunny sky. br br An’ there wi’ Jenny took a stroll br Her youngest sister, Poll, so gay, br Bezide John Hind, ah! merry soul, br An’ mid her wedlock fay; br An’ at our zides did play an’ run br My little maid an’ smaller son. br br Above the baten mwold upsprung br The driven doust, a-spreaden light, br An’ on the new-leav’d thorn, a-hung, br Wer wool a-quiv’ren white; br An’ corn, a-sheenen bright, did bow, br On slopen Meldon’s zunny brow. br br There, down the roofless wall did glow br The zun upon the grassy vloor, br An’ weakly-wandren winds did blow, br Unhinder’d by a door; br An’ smokeless now avore the zun br Did stan’ the ivy-girded tun. br br My bwoy did watch the daws’ bright wings br A-flappen vrom their ivy bow’rs; br My wife did watch my maid’s light springs, br Out here an’ there vor flow’rs; br And John did zee noo tow’rs, the place br Vor him had only Polly’s face. br br An’ there, of all that pried about br The walls, I overlook’d em best, br An’ what o’ that? Why, I made out br Noo mwore than all the rest: br That there wer woonce the nest of zome br That wer a-gone avore we come.