portion in hand she returns to the village
   for garlands and green dancing and cakes
   to the man she made promise whilst churning the butter
in whom she was true spurning all rakes

at the pinfold she sees him turning the lock
   now older unchange'd handsome and fair
dropping the carpet' that carried her working
   she runs to his arms without a care

by the fire she sits rocking her baby
he to the last cobbles her boots
patience rewarded by hiring fair walking
   hard work and waiting reaps sweetest fruit