Classic Poem

I took the road wi' dousty vloor
So well a-wore, at Meldon Hill,
Along the knap wi' woody crown
A-slopen down, at Meldon Hill;
While zunlight overshot the copse
Ov underwood wi' brown-twigg'd tops,
By sky-belighted stream an' pool
A-whirlen cool, by Meldon Hill.

An' down below wer many zights
O' yollow lights, by Meldon Hill;
The trees above the brindled cows,
Wi' budden boughs, by Meldon Hill;
An' bridged roads an' watervalls,
An' house by house wi' zunny walls,
An' oone where zomebody mid come
To my own hwome, vrom Meldon Hill.

Whenever I do come to clim'
The hill's high rim, to Meldon Hill,
By elems over twisten smoke,
Or lwonesome woak, to Meldon Hill,
How much I have to tell about;
An' soon mid this good news come out:
That I've a house vor Jeäne to guide,
A-meäde my bride, vrom Meldon Hill.