Now the light o' the west is a-turn'd to gloom, An' the men be at hwome vrom ground; An' the bells be a-zend'n all down the Coombe From tower, their mwoansome sound. An' the wind is still,...
A. Back here, but now, the jobber John Come by, an' cried, "Well done, zing on, I thought as I come down the hill, An' he'rd your zongs a-ring'n sh'ill, Who woudden like to come, an' fling...
Ov all the birds upon the wing Between the zunny showers o' spring, Vor all the lark, a-swingen high, Mid zing below a cloudless sky, An' sparrows, clust'ren roun' the bough,...
News o' grief had overteaken Dark-eyed Fanny, now vorseaken; There she zot, wi' breast a-heaven, While vrom zide to zide, wi' grieven, Vell her head, wi' tears a-creepen...
A happy day at Whitsuntide, As soon 's the zun begun to vall, We all stroll'd up the steep hill-zide To Meldon, gret an' small; Out where the Castle wall stood high A-mwoldren to the zunny sky. ...
O aye! they had woone child bezide, An' a finer your eyes never met, Twer a dear little fellow that died In the summer that come wi' such het; By the mowers, too thoughtless in fun,...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew a-left at hwome, When waggons rumbled out ov yard Red wheeled, wi' body blue,...
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...
Where the bridge out at Woodley did stride, Wi' his wide arches' cool she'ded bow, Up above the clear brook that did slide By the poppies, befoam'd white as snow; As the gilcups did quiver among...
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,...
Ah! sad wer we as we did peace the wold church road, wi' downcast feace, the while the bells, that mwoaned so deep above our child a-left asleep, wer now a-zingen all alive...
Since I noo mwore do zee your fe'ce, Up ste'rs or down below, I'll zit me in the lwonesome ple'ce, Where flat-bough'd beech do grow; Below the beeches' bough, my love, Where you did never come,...
We zot bezide the leafy wall, Upon the bench at evenfall, While aunt led off our minds wrom ceare Wi' veairy teales, I can't tell where, An' vound us woone among her stock...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How comely still, in sheape an' feace, Would many reach thik happy pleace,...
Green mwold on zummer bars do show That they've a-dripped in winter wet; The hoof-worn ring o' groun' below The tree do tell o' storms or het; The trees in rank along a ledge...