The girt woak tree that's in the dell! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' times when I wer young, I there've a-climbed, an' there've a-zwung, An' picked the eacorns green, a-shed...
And passing here through evening dew, He hastened happy to her door, But found the old folk only two With no more footsteps on the floor To walk again below the skies...
When wintry weather's all a-done, An' brooks do sparkle in the zun, An' naisy-builden rooks do vlee Wi' sticks toward their elem tree; When birds do zing, an' we can zee...
As there I left the road in May, And took my way along a ground, I found a glade with girls at play, By leafy boughs close-hemmed around, And there, with stores of harmless joys,...
O! MARY, when the zun went down, Woone night in spring, w' viry rim, Behind the nap wi' woody crown, An' left your smilen face so dim; Your little sister there, inside, Wi' bellows on her little knee,...