Wee little moors, giant over bog, Sparkle in the lilles, loll within a frog, In a flash of dragonflies - fires the sun, All the meadow rising, spirits overcome!
Wee bright moors, cropping round a meadow, Songbirds singing dear, hummings in the nettles In minnows of logged pools - reeds set fire to sun All the gold of fens rising, spirits overcome!