SIEU, wheeyl, snieu;
Dy chooilley vangan er y villey
Snieu er-my-skyn.
Lesh y ree yn ollan,
As lesh my-hene y snaih
Son shenn Trit Trot cha vou ish dy braa.

SPIN, wheel, spin;
May every branch on the tree
Spin overhead.
With the king the wool,
And with myself the thread,;
For old Trit Trot she* never will get.

*The Queen.

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