Classic Poem

In the zunsheen ov our zummers
Wi' the haÿè 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,
As back behind 'em loudly slamm'd
The geäte a-vallen to.

Drough daysheen ov how many years
The geäte ha' now a-swung
Behind the veet o' vull-grown men
An' vootsteps ov the young.
Drough years o' days it swung to us
Behind each little shoe,
As we tripped lightly on avore
The geäte a-vallen to.

In evenen time o' starry night
How mother zot at hwome,
An' kept her bleäzen vire bright
Till father should ha' come,
An' how she quicken'd up an' smiled
An' stirred her vire anew,
To hear the trampen ho'ses' steps
An' geäte a-vallen to.

There's moon-sheen now in nights o' fall
When leaves be brown vrom green,
When, to the slammen o' the geäte,
Our Jenny's ears be keen,
When the wold dog do wag his tail,
An' Jeän could tell to who,
As he do come in drough the geäte,
The geäte a-vallen to.

An' oft do come a saddened hour
When there must goo away
One well-beloved to our heart's core,
Vor long, perhaps vor aye:
An' oh! it is a touchen thing
The loven heart must rue,
To hear behind his last farewell
The geäte a-vallen to.