Classic Poem

The length o' the days ageän do shrink,
An' flowers be thin in meäd, among
The eegrass, a-sheenen bright, along
Brook upon brook, an' brink by brink.

Noo starlens do rise in vlock on wing —
Noo goocoo in nesh-green leaves do sound —
Noo swallows be now a-wheelen round —
Dip after dip, an' swing by swing.

The wheat that did leätely russle thick,
Is now up in mows that still be new;
An' yollow avore the sky o' blue,
Tip after tip, an' rick by rick.

While shooters do rove bezide the knoll
Where leaves be a-roll'd on quivren grass;
Or down where the sky-blue stream do pass,
Vall after vall, an' shoal by shoal;

Their brown-dappled dogs do briskly trot
By russet-brown boughs, while gun smoke grey
Do melt in the air o' zunny day,
Reef after reef, at shot by shot.

While now I can walk a dusty mile,
I'll teäke me a day, while days be clear,
To vind a vew friends that still be dear,
Feäce after feäce, an' smile by smile.