Classic Poem

O' zummer nights, as day did gleam
Wi' weänen light, vrom red to wan,
An' we did plaÿè above the stream,
Avore our house a-winden on,
Our little sister, light o' tooe,
Did skip about in all her pride
O' snow-white frock an' sash o' blue;
A sheäpe that night wer slow to hide,
Bezide the brook a-tricklen thin
Among the popples, out an' in.

When win' do blow at evenen time,
Now here, now there, by knap an' nook,
As mid be, on the leafy lime,
Or grey-bough'd withy by the brook,
Or on the apple trees mid vall,
Or on the elems in the grove,
Or on the lofty tower's wall,
By pleäces where we used to rove;
Then ev'ry sound in ev'ry pleäce
Do bring to mind her perty feäce.

If periwinkles' buds o' blue
By lilies' hollow cups do wind,
What then can their two colors do,
But call our sister back to mind?
She wore noo black — she wore her white;
She wore noo black — she wore her blue;
She never murn'd another's flight,
Vor she's avore us all to goo,
Vrom where our litty veet did tread
Vrom stwone to stwone the water's bed.