Classic Poem

Aye then, as I did straggle out
To your house, oh! how glad the dog,
Wi' lowzet nose, did nimbly jog
Along my path, an' hunt about:
An' his main pleasure wer to run
Along by boughs, on timber'd brows;
An' ended where my own begun,
At your wold door, an' stwonen vloor.

An' there, wi' time a-gliden by,
Wi' me so quick, wi' him so slow,
How he did look at me, an' blow,
Vrom time to time, a whinen sigh:
A-meänen, " Come now, let us goo
Along the knolls wi' rabbit holes;
I can't think what you have to do
Wi' theäse young feäce, in theäse wold pleäce."